tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55281522989065578982018-03-07T07:29:44.676-08:00Not a Pause - It's a JourneyCharinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-58122860266957037892015-08-02T07:01:00.001-07:002015-08-03T00:14:33.147-07:00Finding Purpose in Tanzania - TAFCOM<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can’t believe it’s been 3 years since I’ve written an entry…and I will backtrack and give that time the due respect it deserves…But for now, I’m sooooo excited to share what I’ve been doing the last few months. It’s hard to believe that my journey so far has taken me across 5 continents in 5.5 years.&nbsp; I feel a bit like a cliché saying that I’m finding myself in Africa but here I am in Moshi, Tanzania – a small town on the foothills of Kilimanjaro doing exactly that.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXodD1qamO8/Vb3pB-oTphI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ESl-Vt_XMNM/s1600/IMG_3107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXodD1qamO8/Vb3pB-oTphI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ESl-Vt_XMNM/s320/IMG_3107.JPG" width="240" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I feel so immeasurably blessed to have found myself a volunteer project that truly resonates with me. <b><a href="http://www.tafcomtz.com/about_us.html" target="_blank">TAFCOM</a>, (website to be updated) is a fantastic organization</b> that focuses on alleviating extreme poverty by supporting the community and people affected by HIV/AIDs. It&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">was started by a local Tanzanian couple (Nie and Jonas), who sold their car to start this NGO! They are inspiring to say the least and I am often reminded that we can all do our little bit in whatever capacity we can. And with that in mind, I realized that the best way I could that was to help them with organizational management, systems creation as well as strengthening their sustainability strategy. It has been unbelievably rewarding and I can’t even begin to tell you how much they have already touched and impacted me. For those that don't know, one of my degrees was actually focused on Development and international studies before I did my Business Management. I am reminded how things often happen in life for a reason even though it is not immediately apparent. For the first time, I truly get to combine both of those and apply it to a sector and organizations that actually make the world a slightly better place. &nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5nQBKyqDUM/Vb3pDp2ogZI/AAAAAAAAAys/3Ynt0iEthH8/s1600/IMG_4165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5nQBKyqDUM/Vb3pDp2ogZI/AAAAAAAAAys/3Ynt0iEthH8/s320/IMG_4165.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TAFCOM's story has been an amazing journey about how to solve tackle poverty. When I asked them initially about why they have so many seemingly unrelated projects their answer was this:&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"First we just wanted to see why people were so poor, so we started with &nbsp;*<b>Home Care Visits</b>* by providing&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">counseling and support services. It was because most of them were affected by HIV/AIDs and where shun by the community. So we started &nbsp;*<b>Community Outreach</b>* tackling stigma, health and women's issues. But that wasn't enough cause we noticed that there were so many children that could not afford to be educated, so we started a *<b>Nursery/School</b>* to provide them that opportunity. But we taught to ourselves how else can we truly help? We realized that we need to provide them with skills and a chance to be independent. That's how the *<b>Women's Tailoring Group</b>* started for single mothers. Afterwards, we also wanted to support families in other ways by giving them the ability to start a business through &nbsp;*<b>MICROLOAN PROJECT</b>*. "&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Uh, ya, that totally makes sense now that you explain it that way. And here we are...&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unfortunately, the poverty here is unlike anything I have seen anywhere else before. Families living in mud huts with no running water or electricity. And yet their spirit and desire for a better life refuses to be squashed by all the insurmountable odds. I hope that that the work I'm doing can move you as much as it has me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>How it works:</b>&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8pseeHTApag/Vb3o4RG_-RI/AAAAAAAAAyE/qj3Qz1PoQBg/s1600/Infographic%2B-%2BCC%2B2015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="491" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8pseeHTApag/Vb3o4RG_-RI/AAAAAAAAAyE/qj3Qz1PoQBg/s640/Infographic%2B-%2BCC%2B2015.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #141823; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14.9799995422363px;">Basically $100 will help a family be able to start their own business. Because it's a community development cause, TAFCOM will provide the necessary business training along with basic book keeping to aide in their success. The goal is to enable these women and families to have the opportunity to earn money and be independent. It is a way for them to earn a sustainable livelihood. Any little bit you donate will be appreciated. Once we rehaul the website - there will be quarterly updates about the women and businesses that you support :) It'll give a window to how big a difference you can make to a person, family or child's life!! &nbsp;And impressively, the 40 previous families they’ve helped – they had a 99% prepayment success rate and the businesses are still thriving!! We hope to continue it by helping more like them achieve independence!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As their newly appointed Chairperson of their Board of Directors (oh ya I’m feeling important ;) – I, as well as other amazing volunteers (Thanks Lavannia, Dani, Femke) and newly formed partnerships with other NGOs (Thanks Team <a href="http://www.friendstogether.org/" target="_blank">FriendsTogether</a></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">) have committed to help TAFCOM in whatever capacity we can. We have amazing plans for them! We're all very excited to spread their reach&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and positive impact on the community</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, increase it's capacity to help and generally just make the world better, one person, man, woman, child or family at a time. I wish I could share how truly wonderful it feels to be able to do this. I hope that you can join us in this fantastic&nbsp;endeavor&nbsp;in whatever capacity – with either your donations, time, skills or&nbsp;simply forwarding this fundraising link across your social group:&nbsp;</span><br /><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.gofundme.com/2jc4v42jfc4" target="_blank">GOFUNDME</a>.&nbsp;</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8OePa5CmLA/Vb3pBzeCIDI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VFdbUf05FKA/s1600/IMG_3195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8OePa5CmLA/Vb3pBzeCIDI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VFdbUf05FKA/s320/IMG_3195.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4IajqBsBIYs/Vb3pBwRp2OI/AAAAAAAAAyU/gQVh2XFBGQ4/s1600/IMG_3264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4IajqBsBIYs/Vb3pBwRp2OI/AAAAAAAAAyU/gQVh2XFBGQ4/s320/IMG_3264.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Advanced THANKs everyone. Asante sana from Tanzania :)&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1sZn9XQo4g/Vb3pDLgeF_I/AAAAAAAAAyo/n0LMYX3bngc/s1600/IMG_3963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1sZn9XQo4g/Vb3pDLgeF_I/AAAAAAAAAyo/n0LMYX3bngc/s320/IMG_3963.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-13994956905514638552012-03-12T22:44:00.002-07:002012-03-12T22:44:57.881-07:00C - eh - N - eh - D - eh!<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It feels a bit late to say Happy 2012 so we'll go with Happy Leap Year, but even that has come and gone! How do I even begin to describe the gloriousness of the last 2 months. &nbsp;What I can definitely say that its been a whirlwind and the only thing unfortunate is my body hates the crazy shock it's been through.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Its been a while since I've written but since this journey is far from being over, I feel the need to still share how insane, crazy, stressful yet fantastic the last little while has been. I write this back in Melbourne, still in a surreal daze that I've relocated here. I still wake up in the mornings trying to get my bearings realizing that I'm not in Vancouver anymore and that I'm in yet another new city, but this time with the intention of making it my home. With that comes a certain amount of trepidation, fear and excitement mingled with the fact that I have to start building a life.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'll start at when I left off:</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have to say that interestingly enough, Christmas 2011 was the holiday season that I got into the most. Thanks largely to the crew at the Hub. We indulged lazily every day making sure that my last days in Brissy were pretty much characterized with the gang hanging out on our balcony, legs up on the rail with a cider and smokable on hand.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Special thanks to:</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Natsuki - You were the best roomate that I've ever had and I will always be thankful for your support. You know how much you mean to me. Patrick and our insiteful chats about everything including our obsession with the Japanese Evil Genius. Ryo for actually finally letting me taste home-cooked Japanese food! The Germans for always keeping their door open and beer flowing. Jo for always being there. Ian for being a great friend. Jason you were a wicked manager. Nicole and Corey for always having a spare smoke to share. Paul for taking me on wonderful random adventures all the time. And of course my "lil brother" Nick, who made sure I was always with family.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Flying to Hervey Bay on Paul's plane meant that I got to end the best and worst year on record literally on a high. There is nothing more serene than looking at the world from above. It was beautiful and picturesque to soar in the sky looking down at the beautiful coast and the Glass House Mountains. And I finally got to see a Koala and pet a kangaroo. It was a great way to end an other wise turbulent year. I'm glad to put 2011 to rest and look forward to the new adventures that 2012 brings...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GlopZZVce78/T13jaSYRK6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/OPAgbKZ8JZc/s1600/iTouchall+1849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GlopZZVce78/T13jaSYRK6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/OPAgbKZ8JZc/s320/iTouchall+1849.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clearly the cutest most chilled out creatures in the world!</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnqilaHYuf8/T13jzcgphyI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ovAHg7HpUXo/s1600/iTouchall+1929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnqilaHYuf8/T13jzcgphyI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ovAHg7HpUXo/s320/iTouchall+1929.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Paul's plane!</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rffGNsYUfZI/T13ji3FjRBI/AAAAAAAAAus/Y1tgCeuLIK0/s1600/iTouchall+1990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rffGNsYUfZI/T13ji3FjRBI/AAAAAAAAAus/Y1tgCeuLIK0/s320/iTouchall+1990.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The views of Fraser Island from above!</td></tr></tbody></table><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;">NYE 2012</b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"> was wonderful incorporation of all our different cultures filled with traditions of what we would do/cook at home. So we started the night with a traditional Swiss/German fondue, some Japanese chicken teriyaki, Filipino pancit and Peri-peri chicken with copious amounts of bubbly. There was something magical about missing the beginning of the fireworks because we ended up celebrating the stroke of midnight outside The Hub. We eventually got to the Story Bridge and meandered the streets of the Valley &nbsp;bar hopping along the way. There may have been some donairs, free dances and making random friends in there. The best part was just hanging with everyone, walking &nbsp;back after sunrise, lighting firecrackers and chatting til 8 am about golden cages and hand feeding Natsuki berries. I also got to see Jiggy in our 3rd country, who gave me an awesome luggage tag that appropriately reads "Not all who wander are lost".&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1Fh9Z7Z1kA/T13kBSFROAI/AAAAAAAAAvE/VMNTHJkbFi8/s1600/NYE+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1Fh9Z7Z1kA/T13kBSFROAI/AAAAAAAAAvE/VMNTHJkbFi8/s320/NYE+2011.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bring on 2012!!</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As sad as I was to leave the Hub, Melbourne was definitely worth exploring. As the 2nd largest city in OZ, it seems like a wonderful combination of Toronto, Montreal and Vancouver but more vibrant and hotter! But more on my new home later...</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>C - eh - N - eh - D - eh!</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My much needed trip back home! I naively thought/hoped that somehow 6 weeks was going to be enough to see everyone...but alas, I was sadly mistaken. I did try to fit as much as I humanly could, crossing the entire country (all 7,000+ km) in an attempt to hug everyone I miss so much! I flew into Vancouver during a beautiful sunny day, the stuff that makes BC winters legendary. Then I excitedly loved it when few days later, I was blessed with gorgoeus snow - at that point it was such a welcome surprise and a gift. After catching a cold going from Australian summer to a Canadian winter I wasn't so sure about that anymore!&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3orA53I-GGA/T13lIPPJ4_I/AAAAAAAAAwE/rB3assfjREo/s1600/iTouchall+2282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3orA53I-GGA/T13lIPPJ4_I/AAAAAAAAAwE/rB3assfjREo/s320/iTouchall+2282.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My flight in was gorgeous!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;</span><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">HighLights:</b><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Being there for one of my best friend's last chemotherapy. I can't begin to explain how great it was to be there for her. Even better was being able to celebrate it with drinks!</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Seeing Astrid &amp; Shannon pregnant! Gurjit getting engaged.&nbsp;</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Family time!!</span></li></ul><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BEH0ArZfxAY/T13lDlhWu3I/AAAAAAAAAvs/dHIYV4i7zV4/s1600/IMAG0115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BEH0ArZfxAY/T13lDlhWu3I/AAAAAAAAAvs/dHIYV4i7zV4/s320/IMAG0115.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Best Gelato in the World!</td></tr></tbody></table><ul><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Set B reunion with the girls - every get together marks a new phase in our lifes.&nbsp;</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mini Career Services get together - wish everyone had been there!&nbsp;</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Random night out in Gastown with Yasmeen. I'm glad you're second 29th birthday at Chill Winston was so unexpectedly more fun!&nbsp;</span></li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUNpj4aXzeQ/T13k9gaw-HI/AAAAAAAAAvc/pF_TJYIxpWU/s1600/IMAG0084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUNpj4aXzeQ/T13k9gaw-HI/AAAAAAAAAvc/pF_TJYIxpWU/s320/IMAG0084.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div> </div><ul><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cuddles with Ate. Yes, I do miss the spooning and the chats and the YouTube!</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Working out with Ate and Yasmeen even though I wanted to kill them at one point. So hardcore and ridiculously strong!&nbsp;</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleepovers with Yuko, drinking way too much wine and talking about everything and nothing at all.</span></li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6EHDVvXXgk/T13lApUinvI/AAAAAAAAAvk/asGE3LlidoM/s1600/IMAG0111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6EHDVvXXgk/T13lApUinvI/AAAAAAAAAvk/asGE3LlidoM/s320/IMAG0111.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><ul><li></li><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yummy food with the Malelangs.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Drinking 3 bottles of wine with Christina and having a blast at the Casino - "Wheel of Fortune".&nbsp;</span></li><li style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hard to admit it, but stressing with Mom and Dad is also part of the wonderful times ;P</li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFpKXuSioyA/T13sdsRrztI/AAAAAAAAAw0/6llVcXwpRmQ/s1600/DSC00212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFpKXuSioyA/T13sdsRrztI/AAAAAAAAAw0/6llVcXwpRmQ/s320/DSC00212.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div> </div><ul><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finally getting my condo rented (singed on my very last evening)...although this should be in my LowLights for taking up so much time and stress!</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Playing tourist to one of the most beautiful cities - I do love Vancouver.</span></li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5WdLGtAOWXM/T13lGvRFBsI/AAAAAAAAAv8/co39YUmMB68/s1600/iTouchall+175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5WdLGtAOWXM/T13lGvRFBsI/AAAAAAAAAv8/co39YUmMB68/s320/iTouchall+175.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div> </div><ul><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Valentines at the Afghan Horseman and guzzling the Mighty Horseman.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chilling with Duazel and having brunch at our fave German restaurant.&nbsp;</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">HANGING OUT with people!!</span></li></ul><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lBSDhGZKXJA/T13k2ZG49BI/AAAAAAAAAvM/lxaSyP2kx8o/s1600/DSC00241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lBSDhGZKXJA/T13k2ZG49BI/AAAAAAAAAvM/lxaSyP2kx8o/s320/DSC00241.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><ul><li>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Way too much Patron w</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ith KC, Mark, Matt-matt, my parents, Ate and getting to meet my adorable Goddaughter.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Getting some good pics of the city!</span></li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2FRkMQPiUY/T13lJlmMD2I/AAAAAAAAAwM/nxIqB342JQ0/s1600/iTouchall+243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2FRkMQPiUY/T13lJlmMD2I/AAAAAAAAAwM/nxIqB342JQ0/s320/iTouchall+243.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>LowLights:</b> I didn't get to see everyone that I wanted to. It was a bit heartbreaking not to be able to hug and hang with people that I miss so much. Alas, there is next time...&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pdh7XqWH4H8/T13taqsAL9I/AAAAAAAAAw8/kYYhGVurjuU/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pdh7XqWH4H8/T13taqsAL9I/AAAAAAAAAw8/kYYhGVurjuU/s320/photo+1.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>St. John's, Newfoundland&nbsp;</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And, just to confuse my system some more, I jumped into another plane for 9 hrs to go to the Eastern most point of Canada. All worth it because I &nbsp;went to go visit my sister and Dean and Kalli for a week. We got to enjoy a snow day where I got do the ultimate challenge (it involves a hot tub, a bikini, jumping out into the snow and doing an angle and then back in). Hard to believe but I really enjoyed shoveling the driveway for a couple of hours and got to go cross country skiing for the first time with only one face plant but I felt impressive! I played tons with the kids - toboganning, and sweating it up with Dean on Dance 3 on Wii - let's just say that it's far better exercise than you think! I even got to celebrate anya's mini Stagette - Hope is holding out for the right one to come along and then drinking martinis and dancing the night away to celebrate. It was wonderful to bond with the kids but my gosh my body was hurting from all the fun and games!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00GuUXCBNOg/T13lMuvULiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/coQwihFAD-0/s1600/iTouchall+2455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00GuUXCBNOg/T13lMuvULiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/coQwihFAD-0/s320/iTouchall+2455.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Best part of snow days!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WNZgoOWQmMk/T13lLJR4bVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/PigrBax_7NE/s1600/iTouchall+2454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WNZgoOWQmMk/T13lLJR4bVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/PigrBax_7NE/s320/iTouchall+2454.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--F_A9mmEF0A/T13k6Jzr36I/AAAAAAAAAvU/_PzvPDjn1mg/s1600/IMAG0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--F_A9mmEF0A/T13k6Jzr36I/AAAAAAAAAvU/_PzvPDjn1mg/s320/IMAG0014.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy Stagette T girl!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Toronto, Ontario</b><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sm5t9ym8wQg/T13tcPqizNI/AAAAAAAAAxE/lwd_rgIiQkI/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sm5t9ym8wQg/T13tcPqizNI/AAAAAAAAAxE/lwd_rgIiQkI/s320/photo+2.JPG" width="320" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After that, it was off to Toronto for a much needed catch up with my university best friends and my gosh has time certainly kept moving. Alex and Jeff are now parents to 2 wonderfully cute and adorable kids, who are shockingly uber white (we were thinking maybe their 25% Filipino genes would be more evident). LOL. Fed is the gloating dad that I knew he would be. I got to see Mona happy and optimistic about life. &nbsp;There was even a catch up with Kunal about the last decade and his path to career success and a random homage to our teens by getting invited to an after hours party. I got to hang out with Jopet and Jezza, who were, as always wonderful family support. There were yummy dinners, too much good food actually...thanks to Alex (and Jo) my pants are even tighter! I have truly become that friend that blusters in and out, who people use as an excuse to indulge in dinner and drinks! But, I do wear that role well! ;) &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aO6wpJqRWls/T13lNzVuVQI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hQA5NT2RbvU/s1600/toronto+restaurant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aO6wpJqRWls/T13lNzVuVQI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hQA5NT2RbvU/s320/toronto+restaurant.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svMJcLWt2w8/T13tc84k63I/AAAAAAAAAxM/E-wY2NYKcow/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svMJcLWt2w8/T13tc84k63I/AAAAAAAAAxM/E-wY2NYKcow/s320/photo+3.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QnHhai_wiF4/T13qcnqiJtI/AAAAAAAAAws/vYwR_AONopQ/s1600/iTouchall+082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QnHhai_wiF4/T13qcnqiJtI/AAAAAAAAAws/vYwR_AONopQ/s320/iTouchall+082.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every single day was spent doing something, seeing someone, getting things done - I don't think I actually had any spare time whatsoever. I certainly didn't have time to reflect, relax or process anything. It was more of a go, go, go and go even harder type of visit. I'm also very thankful for everyone who made/had the time to come and see me. It meant a lot. Although I'm gutted to not have gotten a chance to &nbsp;see everyone, there will always be next time!&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And for now, my next adventure is to find a job/opportunity that's the right fit and build a life in Melbourne...I'm &nbsp;lucky that I had a good base to start with - Whitney's friendship, Nina's Canadian Crew and Dean's wonderful hospitality. Wish me luck, I'm pretty determined to have an awesome time here!&nbsp;</span><br /><div><br /></div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-91533937923720149632011-12-25T22:39:00.000-08:002011-12-25T22:39:57.407-08:00Life and celebrations in between<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So it's been a while since I've updated, and to be honest, I haven't really had the urge to write. It's because of oh so many reasons...It's been a rough little while that really prevented me from wanting to share such a terrible and blah period in my journey. I fell into a bit of a depressive funk - one that was made me so gray and blue that it felt like a haze and I was idly walking through a thick fog of sadness that wouldn't lift. But the great thing about life is that eventually by hook or by crook, whether you have to claw your way out of it or just let enough time pass - everything gets better again. Unfortunately I woke up about 8 lbs heavier!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>BIRTHDAY GOODNESS</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I missed the season of the Scorpio. It's my fave cause generally I love celebrating birthdays. A party just to celebrate the day you came into the world?! Done! But admittedly &nbsp;this one was a struggle for me. Ever since I was 15 I always thought 32 would be the age that I'd be settled, have a partner and maybe starting a family...Somehow being thousands of miles away from friends and family while continuing my world adventures was not where I thought I'd be. Don't get me wrong - I am extremely blessed to be in this position and it is a path I chose, however, that doesn't mean that the transition from a carefree traveller to a corporate job, the death of several loved ones, being homesick and trying to make huge decisions about where I'm going to live weren't going to get me down. I tailspinnedand have been fighting my way out of for the last few months. &nbsp;During that time I was pretty anti-social and boring. Shocker I know but it is known to happen everyonce in a while. And like all things in life, time eventually heals most wounds. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This birthday also ended up being the most chilled out one. A Billion thanks to the FB greetings I got. Oh the most amazing bouquet of flowers and wine that my sexy twin, Chrissy Benz sent me. &nbsp;Daryl flew in from Sydney and played best friend while I did the tourist guide thing/food thing actually. We took the fast ferry up the river, had drinks on a beautiful patio overlooking the river, went for a walk in the scenic South Bank, saw the views of the city up Mount Cootha and had dinner with a few other friends at one of the local steakhouses. We basically ate our way through the weekend, and spent my actual birthday at the Gold Coast with a yummy picnic and a swim on the beach. We had a great picnic of different types of cheese, salami, smoked salmon, mussels, fresh fruits, bread and crackers and Jo brought a chocolate cake. Later at night a few other friends came over with some wings and cider. There were no endless shots, no "Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous Dirty Thirty" themed party. Yes, I felt older...lol. I suppose life happens, but I just wasn't expecting to wake up actually feeling older...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zgt9RQ8e8Lg/TvgN2vGBmxI/AAAAAAAAAt0/N8UhzN0hT8M/s1600/birthday+oz.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zgt9RQ8e8Lg/TvgN2vGBmxI/AAAAAAAAAt0/N8UhzN0hT8M/s320/birthday+oz.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Celebrating with friends in the Gold Coast.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-098jMlnrDu4/TvgNyPTQL6I/AAAAAAAAAtk/QYJ6x1-J4WA/s1600/b+day+with+daryl.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-098jMlnrDu4/TvgNyPTQL6I/AAAAAAAAAtk/QYJ6x1-J4WA/s320/b+day+with+daryl.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She said - Be birthday sexy...this is unfortunately what we came up with.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DP9-cG3oMFs/TvgN1RQYwYI/AAAAAAAAAts/MPoew1viXNg/s1600/b+day+with+flowers.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DP9-cG3oMFs/TvgN1RQYwYI/AAAAAAAAAts/MPoew1viXNg/s320/b+day+with+flowers.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got this&nbsp;bouquet from Chrissy at the office! Best surprise ever!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKV3eQecHG4/TvgN30D8w3I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Bji1ClJUcWs/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKV3eQecHG4/TvgN30D8w3I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Bji1ClJUcWs/s320/photo+1.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Australian/Canadian/Japanese sized block.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>CHRISTMAS = Summer?! Huh?</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The holidays...I have to say, it definitely does not feel like it's almost Christmas here. In fact it's the least Christmasy place I've ever been!! And that includes living in an Arab Islamic country! There are hardly any decorations. There is no insane Christmas traffic because of shopping and there is definitely no "Oooh, will it be a white one this year?" when it's 32C and 80% humidity. Not being a huge fan of the season, at least I'm spared the endless Christmas carols that inflicts the rest of the world. Of course as I'm typing this the Bach choir started singing one in the Business lobby. &nbsp;Ha.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm so ready for 2011 to be over and so ready to bring on 2012. This year has been the best and worst year of my life - filled with many ups and it's fair share of downs. I've spent the holidays reflecting and working out (hoping not to be lazy).&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Pros-</b> No exhorbanent spending on pressies. And I shouldnt gain weight because I have to go to a zillion gatherings and parties (not quite true it seems).&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Cons</b> - It's weird not having a "real" Christmas. &nbsp;And yes, I kinda wish I was at at home bitching about how stressful it is and having to figure out my schedule could possibly fit in so many events.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Actually, the reality is that I got into the spirit of it all on Christmas eve. We started out the day going to the Farmer's market to buy fresh goodies to cook, started drinking at noon and had the best "Orphan's Christmas dinner" - prawns, roasted lamb, veggies, chocolate oatmeal cookies with ice cream, copies amounts of champagne and ciders. The table was decorated and we had crackers with the hats and watched Love Actually and A Christmas Carol. It was a great night of feasting and drinking with friends.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C3kCq9xDd4w/TvgN5bZzaZI/AAAAAAAAAuE/ZnI5PYFYupU/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C3kCq9xDd4w/TvgN5bZzaZI/AAAAAAAAAuE/ZnI5PYFYupU/s320/photo+2.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Santa in boardies and a surf board. That's how he rolls &nbsp;here.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kRGeJLkpPY/TvgN7CqfZQI/AAAAAAAAAuM/YROkxjGz7YU/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kRGeJLkpPY/TvgN7CqfZQI/AAAAAAAAAuM/YROkxjGz7YU/s320/photo+3.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yummy yummy in our tummy.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGdLkOyD_38/TvgN8b7fHPI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ePrvg77gPnM/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGdLkOyD_38/TvgN8b7fHPI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ePrvg77gPnM/s320/photo+4.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We tried...</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wNQibx9jCcw/TvgN9veGf1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/PGj-AaUP8gI/s1600/photo+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wNQibx9jCcw/TvgN9veGf1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/PGj-AaUP8gI/s320/photo+5.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mixed matched perfection.</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>HOMEBOUND...just for a visit...</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I may not be there for the holidays but I will be HOME in the New Year!!! Yay! I can not even begin to explain how excited I am to see everyone!!! &nbsp;Goal? Try and see everyone that I love.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here are my dates:&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Jan 5 - 11 Melbourne</b> - I have to explore that city!&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Jan 12 - 17 Vancouver</b> - quick catch up with everyone</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Jan 18 - 24 St. John's</b> - Must remind Kalli and Dean that I'm the coolest Tita Ynah in the world!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Jan 25 - 28 Toronto</b> - See the old university crew! It's been way too long.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Jan 29 - Feb 27</b> Back home to Vancouver. Somewhere in there will be trips to Whistler, Kelowna and probably Seattle! I run a tight ship. I'm pretty determined to see everyone I love in the regions that are feasible driving distances.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*** I take advanced bookings and reservations for quality Charina time. Alcohol is not a requirement but it'll be a BYOB affair or will take place at some fave restaurant that I desperately miss!&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Plans for the New Year? Usher in a new Era. As much as I've enjoyed my time here in Brisbane and the friends that I've made,&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm really looking forward to being home, figuring out if Melbourne is better suited for me, exploring where I belong, looking for opportunities that are right for me and continuing my journey. &nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Like a bird's view of freedom and peace</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in happy blue skies;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wish you the haze of 40 proofs,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the clarity of smoke-filled roofs,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and the pleasures of senseless nights.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Enjoy the fortunes of seasons</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and the joys of new turnings.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Everyone!! May 2012 bring you health, wealth, happiness and love.</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><div style="font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-48609798279525446422011-10-31T04:55:00.000-07:002011-10-31T04:55:12.412-07:00The Best Reunion for the Saddest Occasion - My Eulogy for Nanay.<div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xdi76lBFVgw/Tq5tVSg2PSI/AAAAAAAAAsY/T0ADnt2EU6k/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xdi76lBFVgw/Tq5tVSg2PSI/AAAAAAAAAsY/T0ADnt2EU6k/s320/photo+3.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">I'll miss those cuddles forever. Nanay 1920 - 2011.</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The last little while has been a very intense and thought provoking time for me filled with all the emotions of loss pervading all facets of my life. I feel that I'm unfortunately getting to know the process of grief a little too much right now - the not so up moments, its downs and everything in between where in a fleeting moment it feels like you're going to be ok and fine, right before another emotion grips you into the throes of sadness or anger or resentment. To be honest, it's terrible. It absolutely sucks and I'm exhausted and I certainly don't enjoy being all over the place.&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I despise not being able to trust my own reactions to things -&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hate, hate feeling this way - the emotional vulnerability and the rawness. I thought it'd be over now but it's not. I am impatient. I am angry. I have the shortest fuse I've ever had and I'm still crying at a blink of an eye. I feel unbalanced, unstable, homesick, sad, lonely and I have the frustration of not knowing what to do with myself. I know it's a phase and it too shall pass but I really would like to feel like myself again. Thankfully, I do have an amazing support system around the world and I am truly appreciative of that. &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the things that I am very thankful about is making the last minute decision to go to the Philippines for Nanay's funeral. I bought a ticket at 4pm on a Saturday for an 11:45 pm flight bound for Manila and 15 hours later I was with my family. It was one of the most whirlwind weeks of my life. Although it was a tremendously sad occasion, I can't begin to describe how wonderful it was to reconnect with my family (BFFs included). There was certainly lots of tears but there was boisterous laughter as well. &nbsp;It's those tight comforting hugs, the loving shoulder to lean on and the smiles that come with reminiscing fantastic memories that are truly priceless. We were all very close to my grandmother. The loss is simply devastating. However, like two sides to every coin, it was also the most touching and heart warming reunion for us as a family. I would not have traded anything in the world for those moments.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was given the difficult task of eulogizing Nanay and as promised am now posting it since between my apparent inability to hold the mic close enough to my mouth, the construction work outside the cathedral, my incoherent sobbing and difficulty breathing - most people did not hear it (yes, I can finally laugh about that now).&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RJDscdUgusI/Tq5q3z94VZI/AAAAAAAAAro/Sa-l1FPvWJY/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RJDscdUgusI/Tq5q3z94VZI/AAAAAAAAAro/Sa-l1FPvWJY/s320/photo+4.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our hands - can you actually tell which hand is mine and which is Nanay's?</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1e4PtI5hIA/Tq5q6d2CLCI/AAAAAAAAAr4/kUKXJyOaJOc/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1e4PtI5hIA/Tq5q6d2CLCI/AAAAAAAAAr4/kUKXJyOaJOc/s320/9.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She loved taking pictures with the iPod.&nbsp;<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PjJFoUSMSSM/Tq552tFHtmI/AAAAAAAAAsw/OfMEI39s4-M/s1600/Copy+of+DSC_6189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PjJFoUSMSSM/Tq552tFHtmI/AAAAAAAAAsw/OfMEI39s4-M/s320/Copy+of+DSC_6189.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Ya think maybe I took after her a bit? I hope I'm like Nanay at 90 - Loved and still looking goooood!</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv1ByAgVNFg/Tq5tCYMfVcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Uwpbr9EZSNc/s1600/DSC01041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv1ByAgVNFg/Tq5tCYMfVcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Uwpbr9EZSNc/s320/DSC01041.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Best back scratcher ever!</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aOOSYW3qGo/Tq53CejKhwI/AAAAAAAAAso/J9mFS7OJn_8/s1600/DSC00598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aOOSYW3qGo/Tq53CejKhwI/AAAAAAAAAso/J9mFS7OJn_8/s320/DSC00598.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">The day Nanay found out she doesn't like wine! LOL!</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjuYkPnxo-Y/Tq521QGkpTI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Rm_KIIF-Zeo/s1600/DSC06389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjuYkPnxo-Y/Tq521QGkpTI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Rm_KIIF-Zeo/s320/DSC06389.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her legacy = Our Family (not all are present here but all are definitely loved).</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3rUNW8QcAE/Tq6KhhWVs0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/vlidvwmt3lY/s1600/297422_2065205718434_1493501634_31678956_1046787212_n.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3rUNW8QcAE/Tq6KhhWVs0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/vlidvwmt3lY/s320/297422_2065205718434_1493501634_31678956_1046787212_n.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Santos/Lamucho/Cruz cousins&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xpd7VgWBaY/Tq6KfXhN4wI/AAAAAAAAAs4/tL-IJgc-IC0/s1600/386056_2065196638207_1493501634_31678931_1770495488_n.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"></span></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xpd7VgWBaY/Tq6KfXhN4wI/AAAAAAAAAs4/tL-IJgc-IC0/s1600/386056_2065196638207_1493501634_31678931_1770495488_n.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"><div style="display: inline !important;"><br /></div></span></a><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xpd7VgWBaY/Tq6KfXhN4wI/AAAAAAAAAs4/tL-IJgc-IC0/s320/386056_2065196638207_1493501634_31678931_1770495488_n.JPG" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">She'd have been happy we were together and smiling.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>*** The Eulogy ***</b></span></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gusto ko ho magpasalamat sa inyong lahat (I want to Thank you all). Your presence, well wishes and prayers are truly appreciated. On behalf of our family Thank You all for being here with us. Today, I would like to honor Nanay's memory by sharing what she meant to us, our precious memories with her and most importantly by celebrating the life that she lived. Words can't describe how much we will miss Nanay. It is truly one of the saddest days to lose someone you love so deeply, admired unfailing and to us, the epitome of everything good and fair and beautiful in the world.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Before Nanay was our Nanay, she was a Reyes daughter, a caring sister to her 12 siblings, a good friend, a supportive wife to Tatay, a loving mother to her daughters, my mother Thelma Cruz and my Tita Vicky Lamucho. She was the best grandmother to us, Charmaine, Cheryl and me, Charina, to Sunshine, AJ, Dindo and Moonbeam. And ultimately sa kanyang mga apo sa tuhod (to her great grandchildren) si &nbsp;Marshall, Dawson, Dean, Kalli, Cheyenne, Aili, Jaiden, Jed, AM, and Sky.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nanay means everything to us. She is our one. She is our all. We are who we are because of the love she gave us and values she taught us. Somehow, she was always there for us - through the most difficult times in our life, our challenges, hardships, heartaches and specially through all our times of happiness and triumphs. &nbsp;She was our supporter, our cheerleader, our rock. She was extremely loved by all of us and most of the time nagkukulitan kameng mga pinsan kung sino ang pinaka faborito at mahal ni Nanay (The cousins would all tease each other about who she loved the most). She would always say, "Mahal ko kayong lahat" (I love you all). Nanay was always so fair. Masyadong fair nga eh (Too fair in fact).</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Imagine ha? Kilala nyo ang mga familia namin (You all know our family). Meron sensitive, may happy go lucky, may poet and artist, may mga strong willed and matapang, may mga tahimik at mahiyain (quiet and shy). Pero si Nanay - Pinalake nya kameng lahat (But Nanay, she raised us all). &nbsp;She was the rock that stabilized the foundations of our family. &nbsp;She was our protector and the glue that made us strong. Nanay was magical because she managed to love us all in a way that was exactly what we needed. Ang galing nya (She was amazing), because she always knew what to say and do to make the world right again. &nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Among many things, She was also loving, funny, wise, supportive, giving, kind, thoughtful and truly selfless. &nbsp;Lahat ng puwedeng niyang ibigay binibigay nya (Everything she could give she always did). She lived her life with admirable grace and dignity. Nanay was a woman of Faith. &nbsp;Of Compassion. Forgiveness. Of Gratitude and most impressively of &nbsp;tremendous STRENGTH. She has been and will always be our beacon, our moral compass and a source of strength and love that will never be forgotten and will always live in our hearts. I believe that she will always be there to guide us in spirit and in love.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To me, she was honestly the perfect Grandmother - Nanay was very traditional in a non-conventional way. She was a devout Catholic who let us be spiritual in our own way. She was fearless and brave. She had the best perspective on life. She taught us to have a zest for living, to take things with grace, pride, humility and face life with a smile and hope despite whatever trials or tribulations may come your way and to have faith that God will provide. Ang favorite saying nga ni Nanay was "Bahala na ang Dios." (Her favorite saying was, It's up to God.) We thank God that he blessed us with Nanay, that she lived a good life and that &nbsp;He ultimately took her painlessly.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her legacy is us, her FAMILY. She lives through us - our values, our hopes and dreams. We embody everything she taught us. In many ways, &nbsp;we are all different versions of who she was. She taught us that family is the most important thing in life. &nbsp;Nanay instilled the values of love, acceptance and support. She was and will continue to be the ultimate example of virtue and strength. All of our memories of Nanay ends with her always smiling, or laughing and saying the perfect thing kahit pinanagalitan na kame (even when she was getting angry at us). She was full of the kind of wisdom that we all aspire to have in our life, the kind of advice that will never steer you wrong or ever regret taking, the kind of knowledge that comes with a life fully lived.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nanay aged beautifully and gracefully. Stricto raw siya noon (She was apparently strict). Pero sa tutuo lang (But to tell you the truth), all I think of when I think of Nanay was how amazing she was, how beautiful she sounded when she hummed, how peaceful she looked when she prayed, &nbsp;ang contentment nya when she enjoys her pagkain and mierienda (how content she lwas when she enjoys her food), the way she would light up when she played with her apos (grandchildren), how wise she was when we asked for her advice and opinion. Mostly, it's her joyous laugh I will always remember. Grabe ang sarap tumawa ni Nanay (Did she ever love laughing).&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm so thankful to have had the opportunity to have spent so much time with her in this last year. She never lost her sense of humor.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me: Nanay, I love you.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nanay: I love you too...3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ! Comes complete with laughter.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me: Nanay, sino ako? = Who am I?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nanay: Bakit, di mo ba kilala ang sarili mo? = Why don't you know who you are?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or she would say:&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nanay: &nbsp;"Galing ka sa akin" = You came from me.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me: &nbsp;Nanay, apo mo ako. = I'm your granddaughter.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nanay: She'd look at me and smile and say "O, pareho yun diba?" = Same thing isn't it?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me: Nanay ilan taon ka na? May 70 ka ba? &nbsp;= Nanay, how old are you? Have you reached 70?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nanay: Wala pa naman. Mga between 61-65 para sigurado. Baka sabihin ng mga Tao na nagpapabata ako = Nah, not yet. Uh, somewhere between 61-65 - just to make sure. I wouldn't want people to think I was trying to be younger than I am! (Said at the young age of 90)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me: Nanay, Ganda mo naman... Nagmana kme sa iyo = Nanay, you're so beautiful. We all take after you.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nanay: Kinuha nyo na lahat! = &nbsp;Ya, you all took it from me!&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Q: Kumusta Nanay? = How you doing Nanay?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: Nahihilo ako. = I'm dizzy</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Q: Ano Nanay? = What?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: Nahihilo ako. = I'm dizzy</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Q: What? = What? :)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nanay: "I said, I'm dizzy."</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me: Nanay, what would you like?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nanay: What your like is my like.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Q: Kumusta ang tulog mo Nanay? = How was your sleep Nanay?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A: "To be continued..."</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And with that, I pray that she may continue her sleep in heaven...I know she will always be with &nbsp;us, smiling as she watches over us. Thank you for everything Nanay. We love you.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib_fBY5ylJM/Tq5tTjMHsGI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MsmMbn0hlWI/s1600/DSC01051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib_fBY5ylJM/Tq5tTjMHsGI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MsmMbn0hlWI/s320/DSC01051.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;Best Grandmother Ever!</td></tr></tbody></table>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-45245742813800191512011-10-10T05:16:00.000-07:002011-10-10T05:16:52.092-07:00Thankful Down Under - Canadian Style<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday ever! To me, it basically comprises of everything I LOVE – it comes with a long weekend, you get to spend quality time with friends and family (without the stress of commercialism and presents), early day drinking (cause who doesn't like sipping on wine early and waiting for the turkey to cook), it's not religious in nature and of course the ridiculously gluttonous yummy food. Basically, it's a time to be completely thankful and appreciative of everything that you have in your life...What's not to like?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This is the time when I get really homesick and miss everything that I love in Canada - the coming of a new season, the beautiful golden hue of a clear autumn day, the smile of pine, the changing color of maple leaves. I wish I was there with everyone - It makes me sad that Vancouver was almost a lifetime away – certainly it feels like it’s been too long. So, I made sure that I had a phenomenal Canadian Thanksgiving this weekend! I ended up having 8 people over for dinner – I have never cooked that much in my life! The whole prepping/cooking took something like 14 hrs. But I was so proud of how the whole thing came out! I must say, I was quite impressed with myself - if I may say so! Not sure that’s going to happen again (at least I won’t cook everything! Although everyone offered to help, I just wanted to have things exactly the way I wanted it and what I was craving. Anyhow, you guys would have been proud of my impressive effort.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Menu – My piece de resistance:</b></span><br /><br /><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Turkey – I actually brined it for 12 hours with a salt, garlic, fresh herb before I stuffed it (homemade) and cooked it. For 6 hrs! I can not believe how moist and perfectly brown it came out! 3.8 kilos – I was hoping for more left overs but it was devoured!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Homemade Stuffing – whole wheat bread, Italian sausages, celery, fresh herbs, apples and cranberry</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Chili spiced gravy</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2 types of potatoes – Scalloped and chive and parsley mash</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sautéed cauliflower, beans, carrots with a balsamic, honey soy sauce</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Glazed carrots with almonds</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Garlic roasted Squash and Pumpkin</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Red Wine Apple Crumble with Maple Walnut Ice cream</span></li></ul><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></span><br /><div class="yiv940484511MsoNormal" style="display: block; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><b style="background-color: white;">Things that I’m THANKFUL for:</b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Having friends and family that are truly amazing!</span></li><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My family for being insanely intense, funny, amusing, brilliant, strong and supportive about everything</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My best friends - despite living in different countries/locations – still managing to be there ALL the time! How impressive are they?!</span></li></ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Skype, Facebook, my iPod, net book and all forms of technology to help – although I’m disappointed that we are not in the “Beam me up Scottie” days yet.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 15px;"><span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">&nbsp;</span></span></span><span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">Being able to explore options in a different country</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Having the opportunity to travel and see new places and meet amazing new people</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My new and growing <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1318245957_1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">Brisbane</span> crew - especially Nick, my adopted lil bro that makes me feel I have family here.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Hub &amp; Natsuki - Awesome place to live and an excellent roommate!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Being able to start a new tradition and introducing Canadian Thanksgiving</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Day drinking with awesome company during Thanksgiving and being in bed before midnight</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Australia’s relatively strong economy &amp; appreciation for recruiters</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Having the necessary skills and experience that companies seem to want</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Being healthy &amp; strong (working out to get even stronger to follow...)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Caffeine - without which I would not be effective or survive at work</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Earning money again</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My grandmother continuing to fight and be relatively healthy</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Medical technology and it’s ability to help people find cancer (it’d be better if we can finally find a cure though)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Having the opportunity to seek personal and professional happiness (still working on this)</span></li></ul></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"><b>I hope everyone had a great Happy Gobble gobble day and had the opportunity to be Thankful for all the wonderful blessings in your life!&nbsp;</b></span></div></div><div></div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-9831825538050738682011-09-13T06:50:00.000-07:002011-09-13T07:17:21.769-07:00BrisVegas = Home...for now!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And finally, an update! It's been a very busy, emotional, stressful, interesting last month.</span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've now officially "moved" to Brisbane, I've miraculously found a wicked place that is in a wonderful location and I was full on job HUNTing! All of this happened under what I called my "Productive and Panic" mode. So much has happened in the last little while and I'm finally at a point where I can write about it. But first, my little side trip...</span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>My most expensive weekend ever - $ydney.</b></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>THEME- It's a small world after all :)</b></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I took a fun road trip with my lil brother Nick to Sydney. Here's a lesson I'm going to share - Do NOT have a patch, drink alcohol and smoke at the same time and then go for a 12 hour road trip the next day. It is unbelievably terrible for your system. Ironically instead of seeing Daryl (one of my closest friends from Vancouver) I end up staying with Charbi (who I met on my clean up dive in Thailand) and partying with Kat (met in Bolivia) and Tony &amp; Mark (Same Same but Different Laos crew). Does the world ever get better than spending time with friends from all over the world?!</span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Highlights:</b></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">$5 martinis at Darling Harbour. Yum. Probably the cheapest thing from the trip.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Celebrating Mark's birthday by doing a pub crawl with the gang! Although he smoke bombed at 9pm!! May have been the Jäger shots...</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Making the most of the crappy weather and trying to take wet tourist jumping shots outside the Sydney Opera House! Outcome = not so successful</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sitting for 5 hrs at the Lowenbrau in the Rocks drinking Mango Weizen with the girls.&nbsp;</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Buying a bottle of wine and drinking it from a brown paper bag on the ferry from Manly to Downtown Sydney. Yup, Charbs and I = classy broads.&nbsp;</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Teaching my Solid 7 theory and going Solid 7 hunting.&nbsp;</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hearing: "Charina, people travel the world just to meet a person like you. &nbsp;Aw!!"</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Experiencing the Birkley Housemates dinner with Shandi and Uno.&nbsp;</span></li></ul><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>LowLights:</b></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was the rainiest weekend in $ydney so far this year.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finding out that my waterproof winter jacket is NOT waterproof. Mom, terrible! I can't believe that's what you brought for me!!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">$ydney is ridiculously and terribly expensive. That's what my VISA says.&nbsp;</span></li></ul><br /><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></span></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFvg5jRs5cQ/Tm9HbP6lAqI/AAAAAAAAAqU/_kHOo469NOo/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFvg5jRs5cQ/Tm9HbP6lAqI/AAAAAAAAAqU/_kHOo469NOo/s320/photo+2.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yscthuFZC-M/Tm9HchzeoPI/AAAAAAAAAqY/dC4J6snhyEM/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yscthuFZC-M/Tm9HchzeoPI/AAAAAAAAAqY/dC4J6snhyEM/s320/photo+3.JPG" width="240" /></a></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Classy We Know &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; How cool is that?&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQKJJdyLZ5k/Tm9HkswQ5II/AAAAAAAAAqk/o2beXA9F2J4/s1600/216666_10150251623621279_502766278_7631144_6061708_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQKJJdyLZ5k/Tm9HkswQ5II/AAAAAAAAAqk/o2beXA9F2J4/s320/216666_10150251623621279_502766278_7631144_6061708_n.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the rainiest days in Sydney ever! But we made the most of it. I'm pretty sure the bottle of wine on the ferry helped us! We rallied oh yes we did!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-II9g9CAZj3Y/Tm9Hmb2WSFI/AAAAAAAAAqw/soUklXGLB4o/s1600/283372_10150251635661279_502766278_7631259_3645521_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-II9g9CAZj3Y/Tm9Hmb2WSFI/AAAAAAAAAqw/soUklXGLB4o/s320/283372_10150251635661279_502766278_7631259_3645521_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We stayed so long in this bar that we ended up on their website!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LzlEYk74oyY/Tm9HlxuabNI/AAAAAAAAAqs/-xrF0eNljfc/s1600/281969_10150251631741279_502766278_7631217_1045835_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LzlEYk74oyY/Tm9HlxuabNI/AAAAAAAAAqs/-xrF0eNljfc/s320/281969_10150251631741279_502766278_7631217_1045835_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-II9g9CAZj3Y/Tm9Hmb2WSFI/AAAAAAAAAqw/soUklXGLB4o/s1600/283372_10150251635661279_502766278_7631259_3645521_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sitting at the Rocks with great friends, gigantic mugs of beer.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3a19kzAYk1Q/Tm9HlGB6iTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/moAs_sGPa4c/s1600/281307_10150251633831279_502766278_7631246_3117915_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3a19kzAYk1Q/Tm9HlGB6iTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/moAs_sGPa4c/s320/281307_10150251633831279_502766278_7631246_3117915_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3a19kzAYk1Q/Tm9HlGB6iTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/moAs_sGPa4c/s1600/281307_10150251633831279_502766278_7631246_3117915_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3a19kzAYk1Q/Tm9HlGB6iTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/moAs_sGPa4c/s1600/281307_10150251633831279_502766278_7631246_3117915_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3a19kzAYk1Q/Tm9HlGB6iTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/moAs_sGPa4c/s1600/281307_10150251633831279_502766278_7631246_3117915_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3a19kzAYk1Q/Tm9HlGB6iTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/moAs_sGPa4c/s1600/281307_10150251633831279_502766278_7631246_3117915_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3a19kzAYk1Q/Tm9HlGB6iTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/moAs_sGPa4c/s1600/281307_10150251633831279_502766278_7631246_3117915_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3a19kzAYk1Q/Tm9HlGB6iTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/moAs_sGPa4c/s1600/281307_10150251633831279_502766278_7631246_3117915_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3a19kzAYk1Q/Tm9HlGB6iTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/moAs_sGPa4c/s1600/281307_10150251633831279_502766278_7631246_3117915_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy Birthday Mark! Next time you've got to last past the 5th Jager shot!! :)</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></div><br /><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>BRISVEGAS -&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Dunno why it has that nickname, but apparently&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Brisbane = Brissie aka Brisvegas.</b></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After a glorious 6 weeks with the girls - Shout out to Nina, Jacqui and Heidi, it was time for me to find a place, build some roots and figure out exactly how different Australia is to Canada. Being the 3rd largest city, it's very similar to Vancouver at around 2 million people. It's got a town feel to it with big city amenities and a river that winds through the whole city. It's divided into tiny neighbourhoods - of which I'm still trying to learn but the public transportation seems impressive. They have a City Cat that takes you around the river, a train system that links the whole area all the way out to the Sunshine Coast in the North and the Gold Coast to the South and buses that seem to impressively run on time. I live in an area that is a kinda hybrid of Commercial Drive meets Gastown.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H503-84lYOU/Tm9HUh4Vy8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/ERj7WAa2Fbc/s320/photo+2.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">View of Brisbane from Kangaroo Point</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avgxRfYSZaw/Tm9HJ6e5GrI/AAAAAAAAApo/evvSMIzXpbQ/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avgxRfYSZaw/Tm9HJ6e5GrI/AAAAAAAAApo/evvSMIzXpbQ/s320/photo+1.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rPod58wYcg/Tm9HauZZIpI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/dU7vqyp59P8/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></a></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rPod58wYcg/Tm9HauZZIpI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/dU7vqyp59P8/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rPod58wYcg/Tm9HauZZIpI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/dU7vqyp59P8/s1600/photo+1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the many bridges that cuts through the winding Brisbane River</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSCVh0ZcLkU/Tm9HLGOWTrI/AAAAAAAAAps/czBl92CvH0U/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSCVh0ZcLkU/Tm9HLGOWTrI/AAAAAAAAAps/czBl92CvH0U/s1600/photo+2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Man made "swimming pool". It's the "beach" of Brisbane in South Bank.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>HOME sweet HOME!</b></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So now I've moved into a cute 1 bedroom shared accommodation in New Farm, that is stumbling distance from all the bars, walking distance to downtown and close by all the necessities. I also completely lucked out with my quiet Japanese roommate, who is actually a completely cool chick (I panically asked her to move in with me after talking to her for 15 mins! Not usually my style, but so far so great!). It's a wonderfully cosy place that kinda reminds me of university! We have a little kitchenette, where I've been cooking up a storm already, a balcony that looks out into our neighborhood and lots of window to let in the sun.</span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOKNb-LBz48/Tm9HAzuacyI/AAAAAAAAApU/Hq2GAKGOIAw/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOKNb-LBz48/Tm9HAzuacyI/AAAAAAAAApU/Hq2GAKGOIAw/s1600/photo+1.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EzP7a7NPfg0/Tm9HB912c3I/AAAAAAAAApY/1YXPKFgOT_Y/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EzP7a7NPfg0/Tm9HB912c3I/AAAAAAAAApY/1YXPKFgOT_Y/s320/photo+2.JPG" width="240" /></span></a></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gH-NQtQjqoQ/Tm9HEA-1TeI/AAAAAAAAApg/i_OL7I3Ba8o/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gH-NQtQjqoQ/Tm9HEA-1TeI/AAAAAAAAApg/i_OL7I3Ba8o/s320/photo+4.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kd0kM29_l6k/Tm9HFaTH06I/AAAAAAAAApk/q3UQKAAX0xw/s1600/photo+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kd0kM29_l6k/Tm9HFaTH06I/AAAAAAAAApk/q3UQKAAX0xw/s320/photo+5.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>WORK - I think I'm not backpacking anymore...</b></span></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had been maniacally job hunting - I had forgotten how daunting it is to cold call, apply online and walk into businesses. But it's wonderful to get back into the swing of things. Slowly but surely, I'm learning that there are tons of differences with work culture/expectations...it's coming as a bit of a shock, but so far, aside from being way too impatient, I've been fascinated by the process! But it's coming along and I'm hoping to find something good and excited to actually experience Australian work culture. We'll see what is in store for me - back to the corporate world or working at some funky cafe. It seems that despite 1.5 years of traveling, my default setting is appparently to apply for stressful jobs! Mmm, now what does that say about me?!?! So perhaps, I'll actually broaden my horizon and see what else this country has to offer...that or I'm back to recruiting again. Seems they love recruiters here...which is great considering it's my background. Do you know, they even have a recruiting companies for recruiters?! Insane but hey, plenty of potential opportunities there.</span></div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So fast forward to mid September and I'm now trying to get use to being at an office 40 hrs a week in a suit. I'm working as an "Associate Consultant - Engineering and Infrastructure" - basically sourcing for Engineers (which, by the way, if you guys know any experienced Civil/Electrical/Mechanical Engineers in Mines, Infrastructure, Oil &amp; Gas, Roads, Water I'd be interested). But I digress! I'd be lying if I didn't say that I haven't had my freak outs but the 13th floor view overlooking the Brisbane River, being "productive", learning about new industries and most importantly my bank account is happy that it's getting replenished!&nbsp;</span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b7o6VhUAYs/Tm9HqERGYAI/AAAAAAAAAq8/OdT7jLkcQlE/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6b7o6VhUAYs/Tm9HqERGYAI/AAAAAAAAAq8/OdT7jLkcQlE/s320/photo+3.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gsNESZy4Cg/Tm9Gw76_HdI/AAAAAAAAAo0/E-UzbRA2_z0/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gsNESZy4Cg/Tm9Gw76_HdI/AAAAAAAAAo0/E-UzbRA2_z0/s320/photo+2.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WaterFront Place - where all the recruiting magic happens.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gsNESZy4Cg/Tm9Gw76_HdI/AAAAAAAAAo0/E-UzbRA2_z0/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpKwgcKERLg/Tm9Gxqug0UI/AAAAAAAAAo4/uzrHLnH_ljA/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpKwgcKERLg/Tm9Gxqug0UI/AAAAAAAAAo4/uzrHLnH_ljA/s320/photo+3.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First post work drink. Much needed and deserved! :)</span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Notable awards of late:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Best Non-date Date</b> - Goes to Nina - We went hiking in the bush, walked around Montville, a quaint town with cute shops and a phenomenal view of the valley. We shared a glorious late lunch with a bottle of wine in a garden while listening to live music with one of the most angelic voices I've heard. &nbsp;We bought mini desserts, fresh strawberries, champagne and drank it on the beach. We then headed to O'Malleys to people watch and met the most rando</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">m interesting characters. There was the unplanned long hike at Noosa Heads as well!</span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0U095WzNxGg/Tm9HOi4vhRI/AAAAAAAAAp0/aIZdJ7JYhKI/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0U095WzNxGg/Tm9HOi4vhRI/AAAAAAAAAp0/aIZdJ7JYhKI/s320/photo+4.JPG" width="240" /></span></a></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkB_dRzQy2A/Tm9HQDJdrXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/5qJ39SEtRjg/s1600/photo+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkB_dRzQy2A/Tm9HQDJdrXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/5qJ39SEtRjg/s320/photo+5.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1jtyMHflqY/Tm9HTjj6ewI/AAAAAAAAAp8/vmTFFx4tXr8/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1jtyMHflqY/Tm9HTjj6ewI/AAAAAAAAAp8/vmTFFx4tXr8/s320/photo+1.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></span></span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Best Nickname Giver</b> - Charbi - Teletubbie. &nbsp;Nuff said.&nbsp;</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Most Oblivious</b> - Me. It's amazing how I can still be so shocked and surprised by things. It's kinda cool. Sorta.&nbsp;</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Best Umbrella</b> - 4 Seasons. Classy and you seem to find them randomly in bars everywhere in Sydney.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Coolest Slang</b> - The Aussies.&nbsp;It's all shortcuts: Arvo - afternoon. Devo - devastated. Derro - derelicts. Avo - Avocado. Sandwich - Senga.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Wicked Random job</b>&nbsp;- I helped a friend wax and buff his plane.</span></li><li><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Best Friend</b> - Daryl! He came down for the weekend and spoiled me with awesome treats (ie. we ate way way too much and too well ;) It's been over 4 years since we've seen each other and we made sure we made the best of it by celebrating over great food, champagne cocktails and way too much wine! Thanks buddy!!</span></div></li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REh4E_J85IU/Tm9Gv7aXWeI/AAAAAAAAAow/xi6T5ZvX3Gc/s320/photo+1.JPG" width="320" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAFNKyTZxr0/Tm9G6nlEn4I/AAAAAAAAApA/ee89MlJWQYM/s320/photo+1.JPG" /></span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Best Dessert</b> - JellyFish - Bread and Butter Pudding with Truffle Anglaise and Salted Almond Ice Cream! Yum!!</span></li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnUBdlCsBRI/Tm9G_IcvP4I/AAAAAAAAApQ/hPEvNBPSXO0/s1600/photo+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnUBdlCsBRI/Tm9G_IcvP4I/AAAAAAAAApQ/hPEvNBPSXO0/s320/photo+5.JPG" /></a></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>New Fave</b> - Fireworks from a Bridge! Daryl was here for the &nbsp;kick off of the Brisbane Festival and we saw the fireworks from my&nbsp;neighborhood.&nbsp;</span></li></ul><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-khFcLwwW0wY/Tm9G7ssQU-I/AAAAAAAAApE/3iWEtgD1h9I/s320/photo+2.JPG" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HO0vMzLmpeU/Tm9G9JwtBYI/AAAAAAAAApI/u4Pvpl28cAE/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HO0vMzLmpeU/Tm9G9JwtBYI/AAAAAAAAApI/u4Pvpl28cAE/s320/photo+3.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;<img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxxK9oL8oRc/Tm9G-HSo46I/AAAAAAAAApM/il6EPgnRHZo/s320/photo+4.JPG" /></span></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;<b>Healthiest moment</b>&nbsp;- Running Bridge to Brisbane. Nina and I rocked. I ran it at 36:27 - I'm pretty proud considering my smoker's lung!</span></li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_MbbH8m1wA/Tm9Gy1NUeGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/R4Womdve0Cg/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_MbbH8m1wA/Tm9Gy1NUeGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/R4Womdve0Cg/s1600/photo+4.JPG" width="320" /></a><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FIvn8-U6vTc/Tm9Gu4QWn1I/AAAAAAAAAos/Yl4ZkDsqG1M/s320/photo+5.JPG" /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So as you guys can tell, life is coming along in Brisbane. I've started to meet people, I'm getting out there, I have a job, a home...I'm definitely trying to make the most of it here!</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4bGhs9Fsbs/Tm9Hr3g-OSI/AAAAAAAAArE/fYwzlJUeK_w/s1600/photo+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4bGhs9Fsbs/Tm9Hr3g-OSI/AAAAAAAAArE/fYwzlJUeK_w/s320/photo+5.JPG" width="240" /></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /></div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-72205364140566417312011-08-12T02:48:00.000-07:002011-08-12T03:08:09.141-07:00With Sadness and Smiles...In Memory of...<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">There's an unbearable sadness when tragedy strikes unexpectedly. All the fleeting memories start flashing before your eyes and you're temporarily blinded by the shocking pain of loss. I'm reminded that we are mere mortals, that things come and go, that life is precious, and that in a split second it can all go. I haven't been one to necessarily share my romances nor announce things on mass but I'm grieving the loss of my ex-boyfriend, who heroically passed away in an unfortunate accident while he was trying to save his girlfriend.</div><div>
<br /></div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-diQoG_Q23ik/TkT4hYx71DI/AAAAAAAAAoY/4VmIWlUPZqo/s1600/IMG_7643.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-diQoG_Q23ik/TkT4hYx71DI/AAAAAAAAAoY/4VmIWlUPZqo/s400/IMG_7643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639905885845967922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Keep smiling from above Justin.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div>Although we weren't right for each other, he will always remain one of the nicest men I've ever had the honor of knowing. He was truly wonderful, thoughtful and amazing. He was the kind of guy whose maturity came with a boyish charm. He had a beautiful smile and a ridiculously infectious giggle that was heart warmingly adorable. I had always wished that we were meant for each other. We broke up because I knew he deserved more than I could give him. In the end, we were just too incompatible in many ways but he was also incidentally the last man that I've really cared deeply about.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>My sadness is lifted by remembering the good times we had together. I often say that people come into our life for a reason, a season and a lifetime. For me, he will constantly be a reminder that there are truly phenomenal people out there. That it's ok to keep searching for the one that is right for you. That like him, you should be brave and live openly. That you shouldn't settle for anything or anyone less than you deserve. That you should always keep the great ones in your life. That there are lessons to be learned everywhere and in everyone. And that sometimes even though it's not forever, they will still enrich your life in ways you can never have expected. The salty tears are sweetened by honoring the fact that most importantly he was perpetually optimistic. He believed in LOVE, in LIFE, in celebrating the small moments, in remembering the little things and in cherishing the most important things the world can offer. He was truly one of a kind and I'm blessed to have known and had him in my life, no matter how short it was. </div><div>
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<br /></div><div>I wish for so many things in this life. But as I sit here and mourn the loss of a great soul, a lover and a friend - I can't help but count my blessings. I recognize that I'm lucky enough to keep meeting people like him who are truly special. That I have the opportunity to keep living life the best way I know how. That it doesn't matter if I fall in love with a man or a woman - I won't give up on finding love. That whatever job or career I have, no matter how hard I work or how much of myself I put in, I won't let it define me. That weight doesn't really matter at the end of the day and I will try and not beat myself about it. That even though I seek and struggle with wisdom, life will always find a way to surprise you and teach you what you need to grow. That happiness is attainable and those moments can come with nervous excitement or with a peaceful contentment. That I'm surrounded by amazing friends and family who will always love and support me no matter what. That I am grateful to have another day...</div><div>
<br /></div><div>It's moments like this when I wish I could be a million places all at the same time. My world travels have been and continue to be life changing and so amazing I couldn't even begin to describe its impact on me. But it's also difficult to miss out on so many momentous things - being there for a friend's wedding or funeral, supporting best friends falling in love or starting families, watching my nephews and niece grow up, holding loved ones during health scares and issues. Please know that my love, thoughts, prayers and well wishes are with everyone all the time. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I may not know what my future holds - who I'll meet, fall in love with, new friends I've yet to make, experiences to go through, adventures to seek... but I do know that I will always try and make the most of it and embrace everything with open arms and be the best that I can be. I keep pining for a sense of foreverness that doesn't actually exist. Life is about taking advantage of all the small moments seamlessly joined together through shared experiences. I do hope that somehow I've enriched you all as much as you have given me. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Live life to the fullest - it's the only one we have. </div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3Uq38CTEQE/TkT4hw9a2oI/AAAAAAAAAoo/GjqCGC7ft3Y/s400/IMG_7655.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you for all the smiles, good times and most of all for being YOU. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You will always be one of the most amazing men I have ever met. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You will be missed Justin.</div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-57657103707149380602011-07-11T01:09:00.001-07:002011-07-26T03:55:43.838-07:00G'day mate! The Australian Canada! :)<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcDVpEnHJKk/Ti1KApHzzMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Dyqo8QxGMDc/s1600/IMG_2644.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633240083809422530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcDVpEnHJKk/Ti1KApHzzMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Dyqo8QxGMDc/s400/IMG_2644.JPG" /></a></div><p>Australia = It's totally the Canadian oz but with funny accents that I totally have to get use to.<br /><br />First impressions: Gorgeous! It's beautiful here. There's tons of space, its clean and people are really friendly. There is a wonderful familiarity about Australia. It's pretty much like home but warmer. Mind you I'm in the east on the sunshine coast (just north of Brisbane). Aside from 2 days of rain where it reminded me on Vancouver, it's been beautifully sunny. It's chilly but this is the best "winter" I've ever experienced!!</p><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsgfj5MxcmI/TiVAI5qqh-I/AAAAAAAAAmo/MEOjjskSi-s/s1600/IMG_2959.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630977430759573474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsgfj5MxcmI/TiVAI5qqh-I/AAAAAAAAAmo/MEOjjskSi-s/s400/IMG_2959.JPG" /></a></p><p>Stereotypes &amp; myths - let's tackle this one a bit. Alright so it's only been 2 weeks so I could definitely be wrong but here are some observations: </p><ul><li>Yes, they are all pretty friendly. Everyone one does say " G'day mate. How's it goin? " and it comes with a smile :)</li><li>I swear I do think they all know how to surf. Walking by the class of 20 kids taking lessons is not helping dis-spell this stereotype nor are the multitude of surf shops everywhere!</li><li>They are heavy drinkers and kinda crazy. Well, if you go to the bars, it's very true. Then again, where isn't it?</li><li>It's very expensive here. True. It's not quite as bad as Europe but everything definitely costs more than North America!! Ugh! The cheapest thing in 7/11 should not be $4! Seriously...</li><li>The sun is really strong here! I got a raccoon tan from my shades just sitting in the car. Yup I'm wearing sunscreen all the time here!</li><li>Myth- I have not seen a koala bear yet. So they are definitely not everywhere. Although I have seen kangaroos. Wow are they ever cute?! Disappointingly though, they weren't boxing. Haven't seen giant spiders yet either. Or snakes. Or dingos. Or anything creepy like that. So far so good on minimizing my experiences with deadly huge animals.</li></ul><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0INSCVv2tic/Ti1PFCKNR4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/64ojr8K_Gek/s1600/IMG_2964.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633245656807982978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0INSCVv2tic/Ti1PFCKNR4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/64ojr8K_Gek/s400/IMG_2964.JPG" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;">Too cute! They were just on the side of the road...</div><p></p><ul><li>It's bone dry - yet another myth. Actually there are a suprising amount of lakes, rivers and water everywhere! They build beautiful homes right on the water with parking spots for their boats and yachts. Gorgeous! Now that's the life! </li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dS9_rK2m5Xs/Ti6bK-6qyiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Q2q9DW9loKU/s400/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gorgeous homes in Noosa. Too bad all the yachts were out.</div><div><br /></div>After being greeted by Heidi's beautiful smile at the airport, within 24 hrs we were packing up her car and heading south to see over 600kms of arrestingly beautiful coastline. Oh and by then I had already climbed Mount Coolum with her and her dad and had my first steak sandwich and gelato in Noosa. She hasn't wasted anytime showing me some of the best this country has to offer!<br /><br /><strong>HIGHLIGHTS:</strong><br /><ul><li>Heidi! I have been having a great time because of her. She's been the perfect host/tour guide/friend. Even though we haven't known each other for long I think we've experienced so many facets of our personalities already! Together we've been - Extremely zen. Studious and serious. Debaucherous and crazy. Discliplined and healthy.</li></ul><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qis4rb4Sij8/TiVAIO6-zrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Re6_RuSD4SM/s1600/IMG_2683.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630977419285286578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qis4rb4Sij8/TiVAIO6-zrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Re6_RuSD4SM/s400/IMG_2683.JPG" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;">We were sooo excited to get going!</div><ul><li>Nimbim - An odd and funny little hippie town where anything goes. They have a hemp embassy, a mardi grass and the happening place to be at is the museum. </li></ul><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxEysJKmrnY/Ti1PEwPIL3I/AAAAAAAAAn4/t130k7s2Wms/s1600/IMG_2751.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633245651996782450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxEysJKmrnY/Ti1PEwPIL3I/AAAAAAAAAn4/t130k7s2Wms/s400/IMG_2751.JPG" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">No political asylum. But it was informative in there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: left;">Bundjalung National Park - nothing beats waking up to the sound of the ocean, watching colors change in the reflections off waves and having the whole beach to yourself.</li></ul></div><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633240082063083954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1A3PFxgwrg/Ti1KAincybI/AAAAAAAAAm4/oCxN-5Bkxw8/s400/IMG_2844.JPG" /></p><div style="text-align: center;">One of the prettiest places I've seen.</div><ul><li>Byron Bay, Yamba, Coff's Harbour. The east coast is sprinkled with tons of small fishing towns that are postcard perfect! It reminds me of the Maritimes back in Canada. At one point we had a picnic on the headlands and it felt like we were in Signal Hill in Newfoundland. </li></ul><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633250084288079026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxrVNjw83tY/Ti1TGvzuJLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Hic2avOj9EI/s400/IMG_2934.JPG" /><div style="text-align: center;">We watched dolphins and whales on the other side of this hill!</div><p></p><ul><li>Driving through a double rainbow. It was amazing!! At one point, we were so close to it we were expecting to find the pot of gold or Lucky charms.</li></ul><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uckbCts0g/TiVAIO8_gRI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/R8px8Ils8pk/s1600/IMG_2699.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630977419293720850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uckbCts0g/TiVAIO8_gRI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/R8px8Ils8pk/s400/IMG_2699.JPG" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;">Epic. Amazing. </div><ul><li>Heidi's place and roomates! It's a 10 min walk through a little forest to the beach, which means I get to enjoy the gorgeous sunshine, watch hot surfers tackle the waves and feel the sand and cool ocean everyday! And who gets lucky enough to meet awesome people right away so you feel you have girlfriends already?! Me!! :) </li></ul><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633242814157464050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrU8ZGekThM/Ti1MfkdgofI/AAAAAAAAAnI/-AwQ2RGoHUU/s400/07072011265.jpg" /><div style="text-align: center;">The girls having wine on the beach during sunset!</div><ul><li>Heidi's cooking! It's phenomenal and she's been spoiling me!! Goodies on the menu - Thai green curry, prawn and chorizo paella, Asian herb crusted salmon, Aussie steak &amp; 3 veggies, apple &amp; mixed berry crumble and some other creative desserts involving cookies, chocolates, pies and ice cream. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-VJnlHnqq4/Ti1NVPF99NI/AAAAAAAAAng/jYyAi6MFdms/s1600/photo.JPG"></a></li></ul><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-VJnlHnqq4/Ti1NVPF99NI/AAAAAAAAAng/jYyAi6MFdms/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633243736134513874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-VJnlHnqq4/Ti1NVPF99NI/AAAAAAAAAng/jYyAi6MFdms/s200/photo.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9Rvabl_VvY/Ti1NU0rad-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/t8yb4BuhekQ/s1600/yum.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633243729043814370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9Rvabl_VvY/Ti1NU0rad-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/t8yb4BuhekQ/s200/yum.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L86W_6qLJ3o/Ti1NUq3yEKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/5BdyTbUfFTI/s1600/30062011204.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633243726411337890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L86W_6qLJ3o/Ti1NUq3yEKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/5BdyTbUfFTI/s200/30062011204.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>LOWLIGHTS:<br /></strong><br /><ul><li>It's pretty warm considering it's winter but it was still pretty darn cold while we were camping. I'm not complaining though...honestly.</li><li>Juice cleanse - I'm putting it here cause it it was interesting to only have juice for 2 days. Beets. Pineapple. Celery. Grapefruit. Ginger. Name it I think we juiced it. But, I'm so over it now...lol. </li><li>Setting up a tent in pitch black darkness = not a good idea. And same goes for not closing the tent door...it's cooold at night and we're lucky the native bush turkeys didn't come in.</li><li>Detox &amp; cleansing. Australia is my get healthy, fit and back in shape continent. I'm not really sure the patch is working...but at least the desire and attempt is there! </li><li>I do not have enough winter appropriate cloths. I miss my wardrobe back home! Sigh. First purchases here has been a red fleece jumper (look at me getting into the lingo) and sexy/practical black boots. </li><li>My resume! Yup, I've been obsessing about getting it right...makes sense considering what I use to do for a living. But it's unnerving to get back to 'reality' considering I've been traveling for so long. </li></ul><p>To be honest, I have such high hopes for Australia. I want to find passion...explore opportunities, find work, a new place to call home again (at least for a little while). It's both exciting and daunting to try and get back into the swing of everyday non traveling life. It's funny cause I do actually miss my professional persona. I guess that's a sign to get working again! I can understand why people find it daunting to start fresh. You have to orient yourself, find a place, pray that you meet good people, source a job that will hopefully pay you enough and that you'll enjoy. There are tons of things that you have to think about.<br /><br />I'm excited to be here... I'm in a great place and extremely hopeful. I've always believed that life is about choices and that you create your realities. That said, I'm looking for an awesome paying job that is exciting and fruitful, with a gorgeous place near the ocean, amazing new friends and maybe a Hugh Jackman lookalike massaging me after learning to surf and maybe Cate Blanchett for a neighbour?! So if anyone has any info, contacts, connections, recommendations let me know ok?! Anyone?! Lol. :)<br /></p>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-86758757254301589492011-06-14T09:21:00.000-07:002011-06-17T22:56:17.141-07:00Round 2 Reunion - Pinas style<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'VE LEARNED THAT: </span> </span><ul><li>Happiness is...those wondrous moments when my grandmother recognizes me through the hazy fog of memory loss.</li><li>If you meet a pop star, you should always get them to sign your boobs.</li><li>Nothing beats kisses and cuddles from your grandma - specially with Nanay's sense of humor!</li></ul><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9zuw3TxEdhs/TfeOtdGKlaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vgl44f5hQ_E/s1600/IMG_1643.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9zuw3TxEdhs/TfeOtdGKlaI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vgl44f5hQ_E/s400/IMG_1643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618115971723728290" border="0" /></a><ul><li>Pain is too painful to share and Frustration is not being able to do anything or be there for your loved ones but Love is fighting beyond history, baggage and bullshit to come together for all the right reasons.</li><li>Being part and watching kids grow up is amazing. Love you Bentley, Enzo, Sky, Smile and Jayden.</li><li>Filipino food makes me fat.</li></ul><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-b6DkfOewE/TfeOtbV3WhI/AAAAAAAAAko/V-TVxR2FVP8/s1600/IMG_1429.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-b6DkfOewE/TfeOtbV3WhI/AAAAAAAAAko/V-TVxR2FVP8/s400/IMG_1429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618115971252705810" border="0" /></a><ul><li>I do not enjoy oppressive heat. Give me Vancouver's spring any day.</li><li>I always thought I just really liked helping people. But I think I also have a slight savior complex.</li><li>The Cruz/Santos/Lamucho women are truly quite the force to reckon with!<br /></li></ul><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSV8EQ_amGo/TfeY7lrBPYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/6wi2FO89ZzQ/s1600/IMG_1574.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSV8EQ_amGo/TfeY7lrBPYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/6wi2FO89ZzQ/s400/IMG_1574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618127209660235138" border="0" /></a><ul><li>Home is not necessarily where your heart is. Sometimes it's where you put your backpack down long enough to breathe.</li><li>You need to take care of your skin. Just cause I'm Asian doesn't mean I wasn't going to age. Eventually it all does catch up with you. Dammit.</li><li>Any night that starts with balloons and ends with bottomless margaritas will be crazy. Likewise, shots are equally as dangerous.</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZWNDEXmt2g/TfeNKDUEr7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/GvGg4x_QT74/s1600/bottomless%2Bmargaritas.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZWNDEXmt2g/TfeNKDUEr7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/GvGg4x_QT74/s400/bottomless%2Bmargaritas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618114263995690930" border="0" /></a></div><ul><li>Complications have its purpose and then you gotta move on and figure out what you really want and deserve.</li><li>I am FULL ON. Almost always, all the time.</li><li>Everyone needs an alter ego.</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfs1qLOwctA/TfeNJ6Q8n0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/YifAk_vUKIU/s1600/At%2Bthe%2Bcraft.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfs1qLOwctA/TfeNJ6Q8n0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/YifAk_vUKIU/s400/At%2Bthe%2Bcraft.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618114261566660418" border="0" /></a></div><ul><li>People really do come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime...</li><li>Anything truly powerful like chemistry is necessarily illusive because it's surreal when you feel it.</li><li>The Fort in Manila is a very fun, expensive microcosm that is the most non-Filipino location in the Philippines. And do NOT buy a condo from Megaworld.</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJZzqLnSbiU/TfeNK0euUYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/6shuZLPDFqg/s1600/IMG_1364.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJZzqLnSbiU/TfeNK0euUYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/6shuZLPDFqg/s400/IMG_1364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618114277193699714" border="0" /></a></div><ul><li>Some things are done better the second time around...if you get a second chance - always do something about it.</li><li>Regret only comes if you haven't learned your lesson yet.</li><li>50th wedding anniversaries are both inspiring and slightly depressing.</li></ul><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag5CeSmer48/TfeP_PUjAwI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nFs-dncg_3g/s1600/IMG_2107.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag5CeSmer48/TfeP_PUjAwI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nFs-dncg_3g/s400/IMG_2107.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618117376775226114" border="0" /></a><ul><li>True family friends can never be replaced - Dela Cruzes are simply the best!</li><li>Everybody has issues...Life is about the choices that you make and the paths you chose. Thankfully, everyday is always a new one. All else fails - try not to drink too much.</li><li>There is comfort in seeing old-new friends! Thanks Michelle, Jiggy, Carlos, Rachel, Barni, Bernt, Tita Girlie.</li></ul><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHgSWiROvpM/TfeP_s2ovTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Tt-Ji56Syko/s1600/IMG_2121.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHgSWiROvpM/TfeP_s2ovTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Tt-Ji56Syko/s400/IMG_2121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618117384702836018" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDLqwrwoblA/TfeP_6vxD4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/-5FpEUvw0qs/s1600/with%2Bjiggy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDLqwrwoblA/TfeP_6vxD4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/-5FpEUvw0qs/s400/with%2Bjiggy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618117388432117634" border="0" /></a></div><ul><li>I only remember things in bits and parts.</li><li>To not feel too displaced, its important to have your own room somewhere and have best friends. Thanks Matt and Dana!!! xoxoxo</li></ul><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P-2_oO2CNQ8/TfeP_o-HAtI/AAAAAAAAAlo/qlnc0Js0IFw/s1600/IMG_2193.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P-2_oO2CNQ8/TfeP_o-HAtI/AAAAAAAAAlo/qlnc0Js0IFw/s400/IMG_2193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618117383660438226" border="0" /></a><ul><li>I'm inspired by the relationships, connections and friendships that I feel. It's the interweaving moments that makes life amazing.</li><li>Your past doesn't necessarily exist when all you have is your present and no one knows any better...or different...</li><li>Birthdays can be the best reunions and celebrations. May you have health, wealth and happiness Bing and Tita Vicky.</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmqo2xZB87I/TfeNKUMJXOI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FOmR1DA83YQ/s1600/DSCN2765.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmqo2xZB87I/TfeNKUMJXOI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FOmR1DA83YQ/s400/DSCN2765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618114268525845730" border="0" /></a></div><ul><li>Everybody needs to experience having every single cell in their body light up like it's on fire.</li><li>I do NOT deal with emotional vulnerability well.<br /></li><li>Family should and will always come first.</li></ul><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOLgs_lXnIE/TfeblzJD8zI/AAAAAAAAAmA/M7-J5W6NiGg/s1600/IMG_1899.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOLgs_lXnIE/TfeblzJD8zI/AAAAAAAAAmA/M7-J5W6NiGg/s400/IMG_1899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618130133853664050" border="0" /></a><ul><li>If you have a bad feeling about something, just don't do it. It's almost always better to listen to your gut.</li><li>I only like shopping after a few drinks - officially a Greenhills tradition now.<br /></li></ul><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKQpuhV8SrI/TfeOtuWIjBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/R5KCRM5DRB0/s1600/IMG_1667.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKQpuhV8SrI/TfeOtuWIjBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/R5KCRM5DRB0/s400/IMG_1667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618115976354106386" border="0" /></a><ul><li>I want to live life fully, knowing that I've done it bravely. That I've touched people's lives. Survived fierce adventures. That I dared to make major mistakes and feel the triumph of epic success.<br /></li><li>I will endlessly have the support of everyone I have ever cared about in this world in every single way. I am truly blessed.</li></ul><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UBRp5mKjYLY/TfeP-4Li-kI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Q8RE24uBOXs/s1600/IMG_1946.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UBRp5mKjYLY/TfeP-4Li-kI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Q8RE24uBOXs/s400/IMG_1946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618117370563459650" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">These are the priceless moments that I've ironically paid tons to experience!</span> </div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me Love You Long Time Asia! And now I'm off to my next continent..<br />I'm going Down Under! </span> </div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-69448295023230671232011-05-11T23:43:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:41:00.974-07:00Lovely Laos - Kup Jai Lai Lai<div><div>People have often said that Laos is what Thailand was 20 years ago. A warm and genuinely friendly country, it is yet to be completely marred by western globalization or rampant capitalism. But you can tell it's on the cusp...there will be a struggle of retaining culture and mixing it with the profits and pitfalls of tourism. But for now, Laos is still a magical land of relatively untouched natural beauty with tall mountains, awe inspiring landscapes of lush greens with meandering rivers perfect for fishing and idyllic quiet villages.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's the kind of Third world charm where old ladies still carry kilos of firewood on their back, the village women do laundry and shower in the river using a sarong for modesty. It's a place where mass poverty is prevalent, where houses are still made on uneven stilts and walls of interlaced bamboo.The struggles for modernity show with guest houses with river bungalows offering free wifi but they still use charcoal or firewood to cook their food with.The locals are chilled out and unbelievably nice and full of smilles. It's the kind of place where they apologize to you because you've slipped in the caves and hurt yourself. It has the kind of innocence and happiness where children still play on the streets with makeshift toys and everyone in a village/town still know each other. It's an interesting country where touristy places still only have 3 hrs of electricity at night. In short, get here soon!</div><div><br /></div><div>I had no idea what to expect when I booked my monstrous 2N/3D journey from Chiang Mai to Luang Prabang, Laos. I just couldn't believe that it was going to take so long to get there! Thankfully,I ended up having the best group ever! We became the <b>"Same Same But Different"</b> (SSBD) crew...</div><div><br /></div><div>Day 1 - We had a quick pit stop to see the White temple in <b>Chiang Rai</b>. Ornately decorated with little bits of mirror, the pristinely white temple shimmers with dancing light bouncing off everywhere highlighting its grandiose beauty. It's surrounded by skeleton fences and to signify crossing from hell to heaven, you must walk over a white bridge with sculptures of hands pulling you towards darkness. The interior of the temple is beautifully painted with the Buddhist images mixed with pop culture references like Batman, Neo from the Matrix, Avatar, the Twin Towers with evil serpents coiled around it and Star Wars characters. A sort of time capsule of current events, apparently it's for future generations to know what kind of things we fantasized and imagined during our time. Now that's different.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cTx814tznA/TcuDfrro9JI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Vr-89L0cHOc/s1600/IMG_0788.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cTx814tznA/TcuDfrro9JI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Vr-89L0cHOc/s400/IMG_0788.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605718741517661330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The White Temple</div><div><br /></div><div>Day 2 &amp; 3 - We crossed over to Laos and took a slow long-boat down the beautiful Mekong River. The "slow" boat is not so bad nor is it too slow. Thankfully we had the whole back area. We sat on mats with our 35B pillows (best $1 my ass has ever thanked), and played shithead and hung out like we've been friends for ages.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhtHpI1gK74/TcuEYZnMWlI/AAAAAAAAAjc/BI4uBHYOwYU/s1600/P1110022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhtHpI1gK74/TcuEYZnMWlI/AAAAAAAAAjc/BI4uBHYOwYU/s400/P1110022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605719715919714898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This boat is ours!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b>Some notable SSBD bonding awards:</b></div><div><ul><li>Best Solidarity Award - Staying strong against the woman in our hostel trying to rip us off at the border town.</li><li>Most Interesting Introduction - Circumcising a boy with braces at 14! Winner by far!</li><li>Best Fake Birthday Celebration - Finding the cheapest guest house with the nicest woman, getting free beer and Lao Lao shots and partying in Pakbeng. Kate's picture taking and having the time of her life at the Hive bar (the town's one and only best bar).</li><li>Best Quote - Again, this one goes to Kate when she drunkenly dragged me off a bar stool saying "I'm sorry. I'm sorry but you're ours. We're family! You're our mother!!" Um, slightly disturbing for me but definitely hysterical! I just wish that it didn't stick.</li><li>Greatest story made up - "Have you met my brother Nick?" Yup, we told people we were half brother/sister. He is 6'1, white and has blue eyes. I told people we had the same ears. Hahaha.</li></ul></div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCG1CJbhhdc/TcuEx3NQuBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/3blRLQLmysE/s1600/P1110088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCG1CJbhhdc/TcuEx3NQuBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/3blRLQLmysE/s400/P1110088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605720153360742418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday Kate!! ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Luang Prabang</b></div><div><br /></div><div>It's suppose to be one of the most romantic cities in SE Asia with it's mystical temples. To be honest, I liked it but I didn't fall in love with this UNESCO heritage city. Don't get me wrong there is certainly a charm about it and I would recommend renting an bicycle and exploring the interesting mixture of temples and indochinese architecture. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZLHNp21GGc/TcuDf1jBgOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/-4wN3C_ATDc/s1600/IMG_0888.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZLHNp21GGc/TcuDf1jBgOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/-4wN3C_ATDc/s400/IMG_0888.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605718744165875938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ok, it was a romantic sunset over the Mekong River.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-az83R-S0wc8/TcuDf2Z-GxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/HNUvCkya96Y/s1600/IMG_0873.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-az83R-S0wc8/TcuDf2Z-GxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/HNUvCkya96Y/s400/IMG_0873.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605718744396339986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Luang Prabang from Phu Si Hill.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b>Highlights:</b></div><div><ul><li>Lao Lao - at anywhere between 50-60% alcohol - this local drink packs a punch. It's basically sticky rice moonshine but man, I don't get gut rut nor the wicked hangovers that usually come with this type of poison! Tastes like suped up sake! Charina's liver stamp of approval.</li><li>The weird curfew where everything shuts down at around 11:30pm at the latest. On one hand it's frustrating but it's probably the reason that LP is so well maintained and preserved. There are a total of 3 bars you can go to 1. The Hive - that has some fun 2 for 1 Lao Lao cocktails. 2. Lao Lao garden where I had the most amazing Lao BBQ - I still dream about that soup. 3. Utopia - a cool wonderful bar by the river with low tables, shisha pipes, crazy giant Jenga and a beach volleyball court.</li><li>The caves - meh. Seeing 4000 discarded Buddha relics in a cave sounds cooler than it actually is. But the waterfall is brilliant! It's a cool clear blue that was perfectly chilly. Just the right temp to cool you down. </li><li>The After Party = the Bowling Alley. They sell a bottle of whiskey, coke and ice for $4. Surprisingly enough, in between dancing and drinking, people actually bowled ;)</li><li>Phu Si Hill Sunset - At 400+ steps, the way up was as beautiful as the view, with statues of reclining Buddhas along the way. The top had a 360 magnificent view of the city and the Mekong and the Nam Khan rivers. It's beautiful to see the sun change the colours of the sky and with beams bouncing off the waters. We took 'couple' pictures that were sweet and funny. </li><li>Night Market - I must say Asia really has great street markets and nothing can beat yummy cheap 'all you can eat' street food. Plus they have these yummy chicken sandwiches on fresh baguettes and amazing coffee, fruit and oreo shakes everywhere! </li><li>Offering to the monks - Nick and I woke up ridiculously early to watch the city give offerings to the local monks. The best part was at the beginning when it was still dark when we saw a group of 5 locals on the side of the street with their casings of sticky rice. There was an older, presumably head monk with 5 younger novice disciples that walked past them in a row. 10 meters down they started a quiet chant of thanks. The locals put 3 little piles on the road and poured water over it as a final ritual. On the main street it felt like a zoo of Asian tourists coming out of their vans to sit in pre-set up mats. There were tons of tourists taking pictures of the monks like it was a paparazzi field day. I took a couple of pics and that was about as culturally insensitive as I could get.</li></ul></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFjRJKGAyBM/TcuD20ysdZI/AAAAAAAAAik/JCgmXClZvrA/s1600/IMG_0998.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFjRJKGAyBM/TcuD20ysdZI/AAAAAAAAAik/JCgmXClZvrA/s400/IMG_0998.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605719139100161426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Monks. Offerings.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5UIBR7TOgY/TcuD2RsSaFI/AAAAAAAAAic/DYOw6efyKPo/s1600/IMG_0983.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5UIBR7TOgY/TcuD2RsSaFI/AAAAAAAAAic/DYOw6efyKPo/s400/IMG_0983.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605719129678047314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Love the Lao Lao. Seriously. Love it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNzJCxFatbc/TcuD2SpYyWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vrQj4BhjfqQ/s1600/IMG_0937.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNzJCxFatbc/TcuD2SpYyWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vrQj4BhjfqQ/s400/IMG_0937.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605719129934317922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ok, I didn't drink it. I'm brave but not that brave! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZPOgpGNU_4/TcuDgW4iO-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/AkEaA9bc13Q/s1600/IMG_0932.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZPOgpGNU_4/TcuDgW4iO-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/AkEaA9bc13Q/s400/IMG_0932.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605718753114471394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Freaky snakes, scorpions, reptiles in Whiskey. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NwXQv8AbuYg/TcuDgJFWB5I/AAAAAAAAAiE/MrW2owcV-yQ/s1600/IMG_0909.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NwXQv8AbuYg/TcuDgJFWB5I/AAAAAAAAAiE/MrW2owcV-yQ/s400/IMG_0909.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605718749410101138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I do love the rivers in Laos!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EMGPJlFufU8/TcuDAYu0Z-I/AAAAAAAAAhc/PnzNnbNqZ4g/s1600/HPIM1893.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EMGPJlFufU8/TcuDAYu0Z-I/AAAAAAAAAhc/PnzNnbNqZ4g/s400/HPIM1893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605718203854776290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Another zen moment.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1eWwu0LStYY/TcuC_tSVIzI/AAAAAAAAAhU/R1V3_qfAiQ4/s1600/HPIM1892.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1eWwu0LStYY/TcuC_tSVIzI/AAAAAAAAAhU/R1V3_qfAiQ4/s400/HPIM1892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605718192192561970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Bathing with Elephants</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm in love with elephants! For a sec there, I was debating on whether its actually an option to cross Laos by elephant! It crazy how they just let you ride on its neck without any training and you have nothing to hold on to. Basically you are clinging with your inner thighs for dear life. It's specially freaky when your elephant starts going sideways and doesnt really feel to stable when you're going downhill. I thought the girls and I weren't to quite make it unscathed! It's a bit unnerving and odd to feel the muscles of its neck as you plod along a jungle trail and at over 8 ft off the ground that was not going to be a fun landing. The best part was bathing the elephants! We had a fun youngen, who at 29, was playful and would buck us off his head into the dung filled river. He would twist his head from one side to another until we were tossed overboard. It's like bull riding but on an elephant. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Travel advice: Don't wear short shorts cause you kinda get Elephant rash from the prickly hairs they have! And don't swallow the river water it'll make you sick!</i></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjTK5cDH3wE/TcuC-8aJSnI/AAAAAAAAAhM/E_lCv1F_QmE/s1600/DSC00921.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjTK5cDH3wE/TcuC-8aJSnI/AAAAAAAAAhM/E_lCv1F_QmE/s400/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605718179072002674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Wahoo!!! I'm surfing on an elephant! </div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUmSb7tyjOk/TcuC-ua_rKI/AAAAAAAAAhE/59DoZNq5n1U/s1600/DSC00887.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUmSb7tyjOk/TcuC-ua_rKI/AAAAAAAAAhE/59DoZNq5n1U/s400/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605718175317470370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We're still holding on before the bucking!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b>Muang Ngoi &amp; Nong Kiaow</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to Heidi's recommendation - I headed north towards Nong Kiaow. In order to get to Muang Ngoi, you take an additional hour boat ride to get to this idyllic quiet village on the river that has no roads and no motorized vehicles. Its been ages since I've gone to sleep at 10 pm but there isn't much to do after they turn off the electricity. The generators kick in at around 6/7 pm for 3 hours and after that the whole village goes to bed. There is something wonderful about naturally waking up to the sound of roosters crowing at sunrise. I stayed at a ridiculously cheap riverside bungalow for $3. Everyday I would wake up to the most beautiful view of the river and found zen in my hammock. I would listen to river men busily hammering away at their boats presumably trying to fix whatever abuse they've been put through. They say if you can't fix it with a few bangs from a hammer then it's broken. </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>The sun was hidden by low slung clouds partially covering the mountains in front of me. It rained intermittently which wonderfully forces you to slow down and not do a heck of a whole lot. There are beautiful treks that you can go on. Many that lead past caves, perfect for walking or swimming in. You walk through fields with black and what look like albino buffalos everywhere in the fields.in between mountains, crossing over make shift brigdes of rocks on a stream. The little village I saw reminds me of poor rural areas in the Philippines with children playing on the roads, chickens running around and piggies roaming free. </div><div><br /></div><div>Best part was hanging with the locals at Sy's place (he is adorable and everyone's "Lao boyfriend") The Resting Lady bar. I watched amateur boxing with the boys, got invited for fish Laap, took shots of Lao Lao with Tom yam soup as chasers (it's amazing how well it goes together), crashed a baby naming party and had more Lao Lao and watched the locals have a gooood time. </div><div><br /></div><div>Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to discover other treks and villages or kayak because Colleen and I went to the viewpoint and the caves that will now be known as "injury" cave. It was a far more arduous trek than expected. Because of the rain the trail was far muddier and very slippery. It was like a tropical grouse grind. They had strategically placed bamboos everywhere so you can grab onto it. We were rewarded at the top with 2 viewpoints, the north where you can see the whole river and layers of mountains. On the south side, you can see the entirety of the little village of Muang Ngoi. On our way down, we took a short cut to the caves with a little entrance that was spewing out cool air that felt like a refreshing AC. The cave was long and dark and we explored with our torches for a good 15 minutes- certainly the longest time and the biggest cave I've ever been in without a guide! Then this dragon - long thought to be extinct flew above our head. Not huge at around a meter long, its glowing red eyes and fierce flapping of its wings took me by surprise and I ended up taking a nasty slip, going through a crack and crevice. I got all gashed and cut up by the jagged rocks. Honestly as far as falls go I was pretty lucky and it could have been far worse but man it hurt. I keep telling myself that scars are sexy cause its going to leave some nasty ones. That's the official story and I'm sticking to it - Ok, fine it wasn't a dragon but there were big bats there. Thankfully Colleen and Aly were there to help bandage me up. I was more worried about possible infections since I pretty much slid through bat shit. See pictures of their great patch up!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-buqcYfykab0/TcuEX6C7ikI/AAAAAAAAAjM/zR464NoCCtM/s1600/IMG_1229.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-buqcYfykab0/TcuEX6C7ikI/AAAAAAAAAjM/zR464NoCCtM/s400/IMG_1229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605719707446118978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The locals bathing and doing laundry in the river.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sZ_27YlaXA/TcuDAhqpDvI/AAAAAAAAAhk/YTVJVgFHEuA/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sZ_27YlaXA/TcuDAhqpDvI/AAAAAAAAAhk/YTVJVgFHEuA/s400/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605718206253174514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">The best view in the world!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UK-vesCf-WM/TcuEXh23PsI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1clZ-9XxhGQ/s1600/IMG_1181.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UK-vesCf-WM/TcuEXh23PsI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1clZ-9XxhGQ/s400/IMG_1181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605719700953054914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Muang Ngoi from a mountain. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gbhc0gJq6ZI/TcuD3bDojoI/AAAAAAAAAi0/9vbJlvaJe-A/s1600/IMG_1164.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gbhc0gJq6ZI/TcuD3bDojoI/AAAAAAAAAi0/9vbJlvaJe-A/s400/IMG_1164.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605719149371756162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">On the way to the view point.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Week from Hell</b></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Unfortunately, it was cut short when I found out that my grandmother is sick. So I decided to make my way south back to Bangkok to fly back to Manila. They say things come in 3s...why is that anyway? As terrible luck would have it - yes, it's been a rough week of random mishaps. Made it back alright to LP, bumping into Helena (which made me happy) and had a great last day biking around. Bus journey to Vientiane on the other hand is another story. The first bus broke down 25 min outside of town - which you would think is not bad, but we still had to wait a terrible 5 hrs for the next one. I got hurt myself when I went into the pitch black bus to grab my bag and went flying down the stairs. Thank goodness Ian, my new best bus friend is a med student and helped me out. However, this started a new era of more limping! Can't freaking believe it - Nothing for 15 months and then every 2 days for the last week. </div><div><br /></div><div>Official boo boo tally: Dragon scars on left hamstring, small scrapes right foot, extremely bruised left knee, banged up right shin, bump/small scrapes on forehead, sore left thumb. (Mom, it's seriously sounds worse than it is...I'm ok! Seriously, these things happen) </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sx8d8kEXadc/TcuFNt69rpI/AAAAAAAAAjs/O2vPNZ8I3dE/s320/IMG_1185.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605720631904415378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Aly and Colleen's patch work. Thanks ladies!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></div></span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOSsQqfMgEI/TcuFNuJBvCI/AAAAAAAAAj0/IZnih6NhIqg/s1600/IMG_1234.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOSsQqfMgEI/TcuFNuJBvCI/AAAAAAAAAj0/IZnih6NhIqg/s320/IMG_1234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605720631963401250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Scars are sexy right?!?! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>So, off to the Philippines for round 2 to be with my grandma! But this is what I will always remember of Lao...</div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41XmhHB7lQo/TcuD2xVvH0I/AAAAAAAAAis/tjd9rnNIzlM/s1600/IMG_1121.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41XmhHB7lQo/TcuD2xVvH0I/AAAAAAAAAis/tjd9rnNIzlM/s400/IMG_1121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605719138173394754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Zen in a Hammock!!!</div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-87322916025453966532011-04-15T12:38:00.001-07:002011-04-15T13:19:30.550-07:00Random Connections - Northern Thailand<div style="text-align: left;">I decided to head up to Northern Thailand on the overnight train from Bangkok. What a great way to travel the country - it's wonderfully comfortable, the food is delicious and you get your own cozy little bunk. Definitely would recommend this over the buses anytime!</div><div><br /></div><div>I got in touch with my aunt's friend who lives in Chiang Mai and works at <b>Maejo University</b> (about 30 min outside of town). You can never know too many people...I figure meet for coffee and get some advice as to what to do see. What a wonderful surprise when I walked out of the train station and saw 2 women with a sign with my name on it! One was her niece Sirikan and the other. I find out happens to be the granddaughter of my parents' hometown friends (my mom actually lived with them!) And to make things more interesting, I end up staying at the International Student dorm (follow me here...) and in the dorm next to me is my godbrother who is doing his PhD here. Oh I'm not done yet, as it happens, my dad use to coach the current uni president in soccer back in the 70s in the Philippines. How random is that? </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Chiang Mai</b> is a fantastically beautiful city with over 300 temples or 'wats'. The Old City (the main touristy drink hole) is around 2 by 2 km surrounded by canals and an old defensive wall that use to protect it. I walked and biked around, taking in all the beautifully ornate and intricate temples. I took the mandatory temple pics because there are amazing photo ops everywhere (check out the overkill number of temple pics) but honestly, it's crazy how quickly you can feel "templed" out. Somewhere after about 8 they all start looking the same! Although I don't think I'll ever get tried of seeing monks with their colorful yellow and orange robes walking around everywhere! </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc7JrqyCAZg/Taigi4NYzcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/-TEWlGb91S8/s400/IMG_0571.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595899058072374722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is my favorite wat. I found it arrestingly beautiful.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7RER_WLlGlw/Taiks5NfFYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/_RAfeGHW1VE/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7RER_WLlGlw/Taiks5NfFYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/_RAfeGHW1VE/s400/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595903628186424706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gold, intricate, beautiful.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>They have the greatest Sunday night market - which they call the <b>"Walking Street"</b> market. Basically they shut down all the major roads and set up stalls that sell absolutely everything! They're quite artistic and creative with hand made bags, towel holders, scarfs, monk paintings, picture frames, clothes and other kitchy fun things. The coolest part is that they put the "food courts" inside the temples! So you get to eat your Pad Thai and watch monks at the same time. Wonderful. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMVBuFI8hIA/TaiktQ3P9SI/AAAAAAAAAg8/jtTpaub5LLI/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMVBuFI8hIA/TaiktQ3P9SI/AAAAAAAAAg8/jtTpaub5LLI/s400/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595903634535609634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Everyone should experience eating and seeing monks!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBayvd7z94w/TaigO1U8sNI/AAAAAAAAAek/x5ZuwMUAdeo/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBayvd7z94w/TaigO1U8sNI/AAAAAAAAAek/x5ZuwMUAdeo/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595898713701396690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm kinda glad that I'm backpacking. I have no room to buy stuff!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Elephant Show</b> - Ok, I wasn't really sure how I felt about watching elephants play soccer, throw darts or paint...but Sirikan took me and I was amazed at how skilled and talented they are! I just don't think it's fair that an elephant has more artistic abilities than I do. It's actually unnerving how how good they are - very Van Gogh like. And some elephants really have their own personality. The baby one was quite the performing clown - is it bad that I enjoyed this?!?</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaxGz7q2gP8/TaigOdLliMI/AAAAAAAAAec/-hdmxe8_dws/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaxGz7q2gP8/TaigOdLliMI/AAAAAAAAAec/-hdmxe8_dws/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595898707219679426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Elephant hugs are awesome.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5AyTx-z59U/Taifun5AAKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/a9k--lbaRqg/s1600/IMG_0206.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5AyTx-z59U/Taifun5AAKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/a9k--lbaRqg/s400/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595898160338698402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Can you see how seriously good that painting is?!?!</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Meditation Retreat</b></div><div><br /></div><div>The day began at the Wat Suan Dok Temple with a brief introduction to Buddhism given by the master monk. We're taught that Buddhism is not a religion but rather a way of life - a set of guidelines to help you have peace and happiness. I find it particularly resounding that the "Middle Path/Way" is fundamentally yours to interpret and integrate in your life - one that is suppose to be neither nihlistic or hedonistic. Our "phra"/monk is a happy man in his late 40s with a soothing voice that's calming, his whispered high intonations gives you the confidence that you're about to experience and learn some really amazing new things. His powerpoint and anecdotes are funny. He tells us that weneed to know the nature of our mind. We must train our 'monkey mind'. </div><div><br /></div><div>The essence of what is taught in this 2 day retreat is learning and knowing about balance in yourself, others and nature. That through moral and mental training you can achieve higher states. It is about the right effort, observing and doing the "good thing". It's having a sense of Mindfulness and Self awareness. Basically Love all beings and wish everyone peace and happiness. Be good to your mind, with your words and your actions. </div><div><br /></div><div>We drove out to the Medication centre - which is about 40 mins from town. Its a beautiful building built completely from donations. We're given our room keys and told to shower and change into our loose all white, non transparent clothes. Yes, at one point, I did think to myself "Don't drink the Kool-Aid". That funny thought disappears as soon as we're ushered into the dining room and find out that that it's actually a silent retreat as well. Makes sense given that you are there to learn about meditation, calming your mind and observing your thoughts. We were taught how chant in a beautiful melodic way before our meal and that we must contemplate on our food. I'm not sure if it's because you don't talk during the meals or it if was actually just plain delicious but food tastes differently/better when you sit silently and really think and feel and experience your food. Go ahead and try closing your eyes and actually think about what you're eating! It's more pleasurable.</div><div><br /></div><div>The second day, you're woken up at 5am by the sound of the dong. The sun starts to break through the clouds as we begin our chants to the Buddha. We all stood outside in a line and gave offerings to the monk. After, we went back in our meditation room aka "the Happy Place" and learned a total of 4 different types of meditation - 3 types of walking meditation, 1 lying down and another sitting down. It's all about clearing your mind, focusing on your breathing and not letting your thoughts or feelings distract you. I really got into it. I honestly just wish I wasn't so sleepy being a night owl and all. But the whole experience seemed surreal. It was like being in a peaceful trance state - a place between reality and a dream like place of zen. In fact, it's been very odd these last couple of weeks - I feel like I've been floating high on a cloud "blissfully-out-of-it" (tm CB) but oh so very present. I've realized how fluid states of awareness and presence truly are in every moment. Sadly, the whole experience went really quickly. In fact it was a little bit too short...but it was a great introduction to something I'd like to explore further.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Obgo_W4OFT0/Taijozl_brI/AAAAAAAAAgs/s_ab1XtW0Pw/s1600/IMG_0661.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Obgo_W4OFT0/Taijozl_brI/AAAAAAAAAgs/s_ab1XtW0Pw/s400/IMG_0661.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595902458447490738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Wat Suan Dok - the place where I've learned to wish Peace and Happiness to all.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6WgKdKxPSX0/TaigjNNrcxI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xATRTKilkaU/s400/IMG_0669.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595899063710741266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm so excited to be at a Meditation retreat! I now have meditation pants. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div><b>PAI</b> - Randomly, I think it's really funny that I met Heidi as we both walked into the temple looking for the "monk chat" office. Officially my fave Australian that I've met traveling, we ended up celebrating our new experience over dinner, drinks, buckets and the dance floor. There may have been some chanting over shots and needless to say people fell in love with our energy. Having a great time = sexy. The random adventures continued when we traveled to Pai - a fun little town on a river in the north close to Myanmar. It's the kind of place where old Thai grandmothers jump in front of your motorbike trying to sell you ganja and opium on your way to see the waterfalls. Pai has the same atmosphere as any relaxing hippie town - a mixture of chilled out stoners, good munchies and hardcore partiers looking for cheap drinks ready to rip it up.It's nestled in the beautiful countryside with natural hotsprings and lush nature. </div><div><br /></div><div>After a bit of a search (i.e. walking around for 2 hours), we found a perfect bungalow/d.o. den that had the world's most comfortable hammock, a big bed and right on the river. Everything we did was a "mission" of some sort and we succeeded in having some crazy funny moments. There were like a billion attempts at getting things just right but did we ever have the BEST food. Man do they know how to do spring rolls, ice cream, waffles and breakfast right in Pai. The Curry Shack and the old Thai style iced coffee was legendary. Along the way, we adopted Helena, our sweet German future documentary film maker. Laughed til 3 with an Irish comedian telling us about his slightly disturbing first Thai massage experience. Got great advice from a Hawaiin guy self medicating by smoking copious amounts of stuff because of his motor bike injuries. We scootered around town and got pelted along the way with painful drops of rain. Global change is NOT good - we couldn't believe how cold we were! But it was all worth it with our fun finds - a beautiful trekkable canyon that overlooks views of the many layered mountains, a night time drive that reminded us of home and I think we nearly died and went to heaven when we discovered The Bakery. Overall, Pai was an unexpectedly fun side trip!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rcQgnX7_k-k/Taigv91cGiI/AAAAAAAAAf0/lf1biQ7fVn4/s1600/IMG_0712.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rcQgnX7_k-k/Taigv91cGiI/AAAAAAAAAf0/lf1biQ7fVn4/s400/IMG_0712.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595899282920839714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">World's Most Comfortable Hammock.</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IS7-8dphDf0/TaigvpD1oBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/e9lj7Tyj5vc/s1600/IMG_0694.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IS7-8dphDf0/TaigvpD1oBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/e9lj7Tyj5vc/s400/IMG_0694.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595899277344088082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Pai = my fun distraction.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OyK8kgJdtFA/TaigjUEU9xI/AAAAAAAAAfk/z7PFhUAXOTY/s1600/IMG_0684.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OyK8kgJdtFA/TaigjUEU9xI/AAAAAAAAAfk/z7PFhUAXOTY/s400/IMG_0684.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595899065550567186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Off to Pai with Heidi, my fave Australian.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_DPDyoZXEg/TaigPpo9MUI/AAAAAAAAAes/IxxrWBirxPo/s1600/IMG_0301.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_DPDyoZXEg/TaigPpo9MUI/AAAAAAAAAes/IxxrWBirxPo/s400/IMG_0301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595898727743959362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Most beautiful find = this canyon.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Cooking Thai</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>And back to Chiang Mai just in time for some festivities. Helena and I took a 1 day cooking course in a Thai Organic farm. It was amazing!!! I'm inpired to cook everything with a little bit of sugar, chilli and fish sauce now. There's something really cool about learning how to make your own curry paste from scratch with a mortar and pestle. I learned how to make Green Curry with Chicken, Tom Yam soup, Papaya salad, Pad Thai and Mango sticky rice! It was amazing and wonderfully delicious if I may say so myself! Now if only I can find the recipe book they gave me! Lol. It was really informative walking around the market - learning about coconut cream vs. milk (amount of water). The best is picking your ingredients from their organic farm and learning about the different types of spices that they use - the fact that there are 4 types of basil used, the diffrences between the types of curry is based on adding either red or green chillies or turmeric. It's unbelievablle how easy and quick it is to make Thai food...the only issue is, can you find all the ingredients that you actually need? </div><div><br /></div><div>I think I gained about 5 lbs during the course of the day...at least a 1lb for each meal that we cooked! But was it ever worth getting fatter for! </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeXl0OeZMQQ/TaihnZzkHsI/AAAAAAAAAgk/uqKsax48jpE/s1600/IMG_0343.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeXl0OeZMQQ/TaihnZzkHsI/AAAAAAAAAgk/uqKsax48jpE/s400/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595900235321974466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I made this!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZaQZw8pWww/Taihm8BvV5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/NmcylyWq8oA/s1600/IMG_0337.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZaQZw8pWww/Taihm8BvV5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/NmcylyWq8oA/s400/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595900227328366482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I'm sooo into it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWXruvpFX-g/TaihmtoSl5I/AAAAAAAAAgU/xgqH4k2PcxY/s1600/IMG_0331.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWXruvpFX-g/TaihmtoSl5I/AAAAAAAAAgU/xgqH4k2PcxY/s400/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595900223463528338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Organic ingredients from the cooking school/farm.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_wBWSGXdxZo/Taihmc26POI/AAAAAAAAAgM/h64Uswhg3ag/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_wBWSGXdxZo/Taihmc26POI/AAAAAAAAAgM/h64Uswhg3ag/s400/IMG_0328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595900218961444066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Helena and I ready to pick some organic stuff...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Songkran - สวัสดีปีใหม่</b></div><div><br /></div><div>This is hands down the most enjoyable way to celebrate a New Years ever! It's typically 3 days but from what I can tell - it pretty much starts early and lasts long. To bring it on the whole city gets into a gigantic water fight! No wonder they call it "Wet and Wild Chiang Mai" in the Lonely Planet. It's suppose to be THE place to celebrate and let me tell you - it did NOT disappoint. The splashing with water is a time for cleaning and renewal - a sort of metaphoric washing away your sins.</div><div><br /></div><div>While the spiritual aspect may not be as strong, the fun part is in full force! The whole city turns into an insane street party/festival with locals and foreigners alike running around town with buckets to splash you (Helena's preferred mode of combat = one on one revenge) and water guns (my preference is aiming straight for people's faces and ears). It's crazy fun and the icey water is wonderful specially during the hot and sunny moments. So wicked but it's weird being wet for about 6-8 hrs a day! You are not safe anywhere or from anyone! Helena being blonde was the fave target of the locals and since I look Thai the backpackers loooooved trying to get me! I wish I had better pictures of how much life and fun is injected into the whole experience when everyone is driving around in trucks and tuk tuks with tubs of water. There's live music everywhere and booming dance music around the whole city. Stages have been put up to host dancing "pretties" (Thai women in sexy outfits) and even the "tourist police" get in on the action. For a bit more of a cultural moment, there's a parade of Buddhas with the locals throwing fragranced water so that it may bring them good luck and prosperity in the New Year. Miraculously the water fight stops at around 8pm and people carry on drinking the night away. </div><div><br /></div><div>** Ugh, you know what's sad?! I have a ton of pics up on FB but this is the first time that I feel like I don't actually have any pictures that truly capture the moments I had in Pai and Chiang Mai! And I'm a bit gutted to not be able to fully share the magnificence of Northern Thailand (so I broke down and downloaded some pics - I might even be there somewhere! LOL. It's definitely in my MUST DO recommendation - well, at this time of the year **</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgT0ONETrxI/TaigwIzzYEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jLEjyPi5IkE/s400/Songkran-9397.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595899285866766402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Ok, not my pic but I might be in there somewhere!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHGQxOqWBdQ/TaigwcMu1TI/AAAAAAAAAgE/lz7PEAz2Tms/s400/Songkran-9438.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595899291071599922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you see a wet Asian...um, wait...ya, we're ALL wet!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRkbQS2MBI0/Taigi1RLIgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/VvcF1v8k9nU/s1600/IMG_0369.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRkbQS2MBI0/Taigi1RLIgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/VvcF1v8k9nU/s400/IMG_0369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595899057282949634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wanna piece of me?? Bring it on Songkran! :D</div><div><br /></div><div>Thailand has been amazing and will always hold a special place in my heart. Khop Khun Kaa. I think I've pretty much done everything that I would like...and now, I'm feeling the pull of Laos...</div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-38602446255428692612011-04-01T23:54:00.000-07:002011-04-02T00:17:42.678-07:00Itouched Bang-kok<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; ">Let's start by saying I had no intention of staying in <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1301727295_0" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; ">Bangkok</span>. A fun 12 days later I found myself not too excited about leaving the wonderful digs and hospitality of Jiggy, who I met during the clean up dive in Kho Tao. Her swank place had all the wonderful amenities of home and I took advantage of the chill out and break from lugging the pack. I got to have a taste of the city as a tourist, farang (foreigner) and as a quasi local expat. Highlights:<ul><li>Finally seeing some temples and testing out the <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1301727295_1" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; ">itouch</span> camera. The Grand Palace is grand and the giant reclining Buddha, is well, giant. Its amazing how easy it is to be templed out even though it was impressively beautiful. Vimanmek Teak palace was worth walking around for and so were the handmade art, gold and textile collections at <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1301727295_2" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; ">Dusit</span> Palace.</li><li>Eating Thai spicy street food and feeling the burn on your tongue and lips (new trick learned - take plain rice and let your saliva break it down to alleviate the pain)</li><li>Learning the Spanish sexy look, hanging out with cool Filipinos (complete with pop star and manager) and a sweet <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1301727295_3" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">Natalie Portman</span> look alike.</li><li>Walking around street markets...ok Patpong (BKK's most famous road) is quite an experience cause you get accosted by people trying to get you to watch their ping pong show while you're trying to look for fake Raybans! Chatuchuck weekend market is so big you need to get a map to guide you from the food area to the furnitures and antique to the Thai silk textiles... Basically you should only fight the masses if you actually want to buy something and going after a Mexican party the night before is not so good. Chinatown ditto unless you want to eat as well. Fave place: this random street market on an abandoned railway track. They sold cool hip kitchy retro stuff from refurbished warehouses and so sold drinks and cocktails from old 60s VW vans which they converted into drivable bars.</li><li>Other random moments I enjoyed were drinks at Khao San Road and the forgotten lap dance, having wine and great red meat again, eating good non Asian food and late night chats about men and boys (reminiscent of good ol girlfriend times)</li><li>Ok so I did go to Soi Cowboy for their infamous "shows". I'd like to say that we went for a tamer and less disturbing experience...so no razor blades or fish or blue water thingy but I was oddly impressed with the darts! Like how do you even find out you've got that talent?!?!</li><li>The oddly cool "climate change" weather was a nice break...seems that I left the islands and south just on time to escape the terrible floods.</li></ul>So Bangkok was alright but what really made it for me? Getting Jiggy with it! ;) Thanks Chica!</span></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9bvJEAnTKpo/TZbLlCfIdcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/YKinGo1V8tI/s1600/IMG_0339.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9bvJEAnTKpo/TZbLlCfIdcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/YKinGo1V8tI/s400/IMG_0339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590879824610096578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tons of people getting their Perv On - Soi Cowboy style.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Bx04OLShzM/TZbLPrwij-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/eYMMn8nU15Y/s1600/iTouch%2B209.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Bx04OLShzM/TZbLPrwij-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/eYMMn8nU15Y/s400/iTouch%2B209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590879457731842018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yup, you're readin that sign correctly! That's Patpong for ya! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H10IOLehLp8/TZbLPWgXNMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DvpPbEWQOIk/s1600/iTouch%2B145.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H10IOLehLp8/TZbLPWgXNMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DvpPbEWQOIk/s400/iTouch%2B145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590879452026844354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Giant golden Buddha.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PY1MM5xwRS0/TZbLPNrMZZI/AAAAAAAAAds/B1xkLa1rix8/s1600/iTouch%2B135.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PY1MM5xwRS0/TZbLPNrMZZI/AAAAAAAAAds/B1xkLa1rix8/s400/iTouch%2B135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590879449656354194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Grand Palace.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VaLl47AIBqI/TZbK3A4oLII/AAAAAAAAAdk/JuJgzI7Jl00/s1600/iTouch%2B078.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VaLl47AIBqI/TZbK3A4oLII/AAAAAAAAAdk/JuJgzI7Jl00/s400/iTouch%2B078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590879033906179202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ornate and beautiful.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HroKkTU9ELI/TZbK3JVfQ1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/hBrP0W_QFPw/s1600/iTouch%2B060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HroKkTU9ELI/TZbK3JVfQ1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/hBrP0W_QFPw/s400/iTouch%2B060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590879036174713682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It's impressive as your first temple. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHdOkqBGOxU/TZbK27hSi-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/ciJqoOzNkF8/s1600/Bangkok%2BFilipinos.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHdOkqBGOxU/TZbK27hSi-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/ciJqoOzNkF8/s400/Bangkok%2BFilipinos.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590879032466115554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Italian dinner in Bangkok with Filipinos. Gotta love it.</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UnJGZ81wyRU/TZbK2mip1XI/AAAAAAAAAdM/hAlEWMBqaDk/s1600/IMG_3345.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UnJGZ81wyRU/TZbK2mip1XI/AAAAAAAAAdM/hAlEWMBqaDk/s400/IMG_3345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590879026834691442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Coolest hip street market everywhere.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_8fgyluXA0/TZbK2bpG5PI/AAAAAAAAAdE/3iN3sE6hBco/s1600/IMG_3341.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_8fgyluXA0/TZbK2bpG5PI/AAAAAAAAAdE/3iN3sE6hBco/s400/IMG_3341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590879023908971762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Awesome company as always :) Thanks for showing me sides of Bangkok I wouldn't have!!</div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-44437984040349649912011-03-20T01:24:00.000-07:002011-03-20T01:58:38.358-07:00Islands on Fire - Thailand & HappinessAs soon as I crossed over to Thailand, I think it was the first time that I sat, took a look around and thought to myself, "Wow, now I'm really traveling!" I have no idea what's going on. I can't read the language, much less figure out this odd tonal language. I can't understand what this woman is saying to me and by the blank look on her face certainly had no clue what I was trying to explain.<br /><br />But that confusion was soon replaced by getting myself on an overnight ferry, into <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ko Tao</span> - what I consider to be the "pretty people" island. Everyone was smokingly hot! I guess that's what you get for a renowned diving island on the Southern Gulf coast in eastern Thailand. I was excited to see Kat again (who I met in Bolivia) and I'm soooooo happy that I did! We had the BEST time together! She was superb company, the most awesome wing-woman and a fantastically great dive buddy! We did our advanced SSI together and well, let's just say that I freaked her out when I got lost during the night dive! In all fairness, there were about 30 people going down...I followed the yellow flippers (like I was suppose to) and there was a blond chick next to the guy that was suppose to be my instructor (buddy check done and done). I'll paint a clearer picture by saying that it's dark. I mean, it's pitch black ocean dark and we only have tiny little flashlights (dare I say rather ineffective). Anyhow, it took me about 30 seconds to realize that I was following the wrong group!! Basically, the guy turned around and when I saw that he had a beard (no one in my group did)...I thought, oh ya, not a good thing. Suprisingly enough, I didn't panic so I did my one minute check (and actually swam into 2 other groups of divers...I was definitely not alone!!) Anyway, all is good, I'm licensed and can plan and navigate my own dives! LOL. Seriously!!<br /><br />*** Environmental note: My first dive was actually a clean up dive to help get trash out of the ocean - it was depressing to see how much garbage is out there. Let's try and be good and keep our oceans clean!!! Don't throw garbage out in the ocean, touch the corals or leave anything behind! ***<br /><br />We met the coolest people to enjoy my first "bucket experience" with. It's an insane drink meant to be shared (specially while watching a fire show). The typical Thai bucket has a mickey of Samsong (local sweet whiskey/rum - terrible for headaches) and 2 red bulls (terrible for the stomach)! I think it tastes rather foul...so we moved onto Vodka buckets! Let's just say after a few of those there was an attempt at Fire limbo - I survived unscathed and unscarred...unlike most people! I mean, they create the most insane scenarios for people to hurt themselves. There's the fire limbo, the fire throwing, the fire jump rope, the ring of fire. There are a lot of FIRE!! I've never seen so many bandaged people in my life!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Koh Phangan</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> - the BEST ever!</span><br /><br />This magical island was my favorite by far. I can't even begin to explain or describe how I felt while I was here. I've certainly never smiled as much in my life and no, it wasn't "happy shakes". Neither was it the insane and legendary pool parties at Coral or even any of the Moon parties. I mean we even skipped the Black and Shiva moon party while we were there. We were all decked out with glow-in-the-dark body paint (a new fave - everyone should experience this) and we opted not to pay the 500 Bhat and just head to the beach and have our own party. Part of it are the wonderful characters that you meet and get to know. There's the quiet unassuming guy, deep and intelligent, who ends up being the most impressive under the radar party animal. There's crazy American out on a bender, letting lose from life's responsibilities who just wants to be accepted and loved by his family waking up the next day in a boat. The young innocent Brit traveling for the first time trying getting over a break up. The insanely sexy Israeli who reminds you there are great men out there. The cute Canadian girls who smile all the time with they're own box of wine. The crazy older travelers that still haven't grown up or stopped partying and is impressively or ridiculously still hardcore. The perpetually stoned Frenchman that looks like Kramer. The adorably charming Burmese men working in a party resort to support their family. The ditsy hot chick who starts off as dull but is apparently a geneticist with the quirkiest sense of humour. The German "playa" who's actually a really sweet and sensitive guy. There's so much about this island that I love. The tree house will always have a place in my heart with it's laid back atmosphere. When I close my eyes I can still feel the cool ocean breeze and hear the waves. We only got a chance to see a tiny bit of the island when we rented a scooter and went up and down those crazy hills. Thankfully the boys gave us their scooter with the brakes instead! We snacked at the market, had wonderful satay and Thai treats and ate donuts that taste like Hanukkah. There were moments of complete and utter bliss in the pool, on the beach, lazing about when I thought to myself "Life does not get any better than this..."<br /><br />Then there was heading out west into <span style="font-weight: bold;">Krabi and Railey</span> - Rock climber's paradise. Even the trek to the view point and lagoon you needed to climb with ropes. That's the most ridiculously difficult "walk" I've taken to get to a tourist destination. We enjoyed eating Pad Thai from a boat = genius. Watching the sunset. The kayak flipping and losing my camera (and the fishing pole and snorkel that the ocean took) I could have done without because unfortunately all the pictures went with it...so gutted :( At least there are the memories and I'd like to keep it etched in my brain forever.<br /><br />Next stop was <span style="font-weight: bold;">Phi Phi</span> - We stayed in the quiet part of the island on Long Beach in a Hillside resort with stairs that made your legs shake. You had to take a 100B taxi boat to get there so it was peaceful and quiet. The boat tour of the area showed us the picture perfect postcard were the waters are clear, turquoise and the type of blue that seems unreal. The snorkeling in Phi Phi Leh and of course the quintessential movie moment on Maya beach made me wish I still had my camera.<br /><br />The whole thing was a mind blowing experience. I will forever be thankful for having been given so much. It's those moments when you feel alive and you understand all the stuff that movies and legends are made of. It's the ultimate traveling dream. I'm happy to be reminded that there are beautiful connections, fantastic friendships and so much more that you can go through in life and expand your horizons with. It's pursuing growth and learning to truly give in and enjoy these precious times that make everything worthwhile!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ApvF_6bQ7xs/TYW8VOW1_iI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DboBFodzxJo/s1600/treehouse.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ApvF_6bQ7xs/TYW8VOW1_iI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DboBFodzxJo/s400/treehouse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586077985640152610" border="0" /></a>The Treehouse = my new Happy place.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SucXdfpDPvU/TYW8Uz0TAYI/AAAAAAAAAc0/VYuWLkILq_0/s1600/Ko%2BPhangan%2Bsmile.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SucXdfpDPvU/TYW8Uz0TAYI/AAAAAAAAAc0/VYuWLkILq_0/s400/Ko%2BPhangan%2Bsmile.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586077978515931522" border="0" /></a>My Koh Phangan smile. Unbridled and in its purest form.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QxiTTAefVfk/TYW7wjxEJhI/AAAAAAAAAcs/zJZvAhkOGPA/s1600/pool%2Bparty.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QxiTTAefVfk/TYW7wjxEJhI/AAAAAAAAAcs/zJZvAhkOGPA/s400/pool%2Bparty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586077355732117010" border="0" /></a>Legendary Coral Pool Party.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3xxwtSu_UA/TYW7wUNNF6I/AAAAAAAAAck/7Y2aYmBTHvI/s1600/P1020186.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3xxwtSu_UA/TYW7wUNNF6I/AAAAAAAAAck/7Y2aYmBTHvI/s400/P1020186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586077351555176354" border="0" /></a>Best Dive buddy ever!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gi79I59JIEc/TYW7wMNLvvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IOcvtCViZhc/s1600/P1020041.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gi79I59JIEc/TYW7wMNLvvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IOcvtCViZhc/s400/P1020041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586077349407604466" border="0" /></a>Under water photo - one of my many new skills.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4AZLxczR56U/TYW7v2_uuXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/fh_NqDztyLs/s1600/IMG_0267.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4AZLxczR56U/TYW7v2_uuXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/fh_NqDztyLs/s400/IMG_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586077343714031986" border="0" /></a>Oh ya I'm tanned and dark!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXnTux-Ul1M/TYW7vrLrMZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/llDaPOqeO_8/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXnTux-Ul1M/TYW7vrLrMZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/llDaPOqeO_8/s400/IMG_0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586077340542906770" border="0" /></a>Railey viewpoint. Hardest walk/climb ever!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byS-Dy_x-R8/TYW6x-bUBkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/21l6-fqo-bU/s1600/DSC03770.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byS-Dy_x-R8/TYW6x-bUBkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/21l6-fqo-bU/s400/DSC03770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586076280556881474" border="0" /></a>Fire and Buckets!! ;)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmP2I2l4UsE/TYW6xokhclI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Fngs-BzRlIs/s1600/body%2Bpaint.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmP2I2l4UsE/TYW6xokhclI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Fngs-BzRlIs/s400/body%2Bpaint.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586076274689929810" border="0" /></a>Body paint and the Beach!!! :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lsc_m2H89bE/TYW6xBTVetI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2QFBlTPRJfo/s1600/DSC03701.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lsc_m2H89bE/TYW6xBTVetI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2QFBlTPRJfo/s400/DSC03701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586076264148859602" border="0" /></a>Yummy Pad Thai.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yek7Oz8d9GY/TYW6w_MeOaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/AjS9pMLTO48/s1600/DSC03678.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yek7Oz8d9GY/TYW6w_MeOaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/AjS9pMLTO48/s400/DSC03678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586076263583201698" border="0" /></a>Oh it's meant to be shared ;)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMDa6aaOVrE/TYW6wmflWoI/AAAAAAAAAbk/5ejUuPy4kjo/s1600/IMG_0286.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMDa6aaOVrE/TYW6wmflWoI/AAAAAAAAAbk/5ejUuPy4kjo/s400/IMG_0286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586076256952474242" border="0" /></a>Phi Phi Leh and the awesome colours of the sea.<br /></div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-75522332019502275702011-02-26T23:52:00.001-08:002011-02-27T00:35:36.954-08:00Eating my way through MalaysiaTo be honest, I'm not really sure I can say much about Malaysia other than the food. LOL. This is going to sound more like a food critique than a travel entry because quite frankly I'm seriously just enjoying all the culinary goodness this country has to offer!<br /><br />I got on a train from Singapore and within 7 hours found myself in Kuala Lumpur. I barely had enough time to think about my first truly solo travel when I met a really great couple (German and Korean) who I was lucky enough to explore the city with.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">KL</span> <ul><li>Deceptively smaller than you would think. Seems large on a map but everything is within 1-2 Km and walkable. I've got the fun kitchy pics with the Petronas tower (a must) and I must say, it is even more beautiful at night. They're surprisingly environmental friendly because they turn off all the lights at midnight - I found that impressive.</li><li>It was odd to see Arabic everywhere (it was almost like being in the Middle East in some areas) and then learned that Malaysia is officially a Muslim country. One of the things I'm impressed with is the ethic and religious diversity of the region. When you're walking down the street you'll see a Hindu temple across from a Buddhist one, which is on the same block as a Mosque with a Church in the corner! How's that for an example of religious tolerance?!</li><li>I did enjoy was the start of my culinary experience (and incidental weight gain) - We ate Chinese food in Chinatown and great Indian food in Little India. The Roti Canai here is legendary. It's the kind of roti that I've been dreaming off since Kuwait. It's always made fresh, is ridiculously cheap and is seriously good!<br /></li></ul><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Taman Negara</span><br /><ul><li>Said to be the oldest rain forest in the world. I enjoyed a couple of massive hikes - which meant, after a hot and sweaty 5 hrs, we're just pretty happy that we weren't swarmed by leeches (almost disappointing, but not really) and most importantly didn't get lost.<br /></li><li>You'd think some jungle treks would be a good weight loss regime but then I discovered Mamak noodles - a wonderfully spicy, sweet and salty noodle dish topped with fried garlic, prawns and chicken. Oh and yellow pancakes/crepes - they put tumeric in it! Who'd have thought...yummy, although it looks kinda weird.</li><li>Also took a scenic jaunt on apparently the longest canopy walkway above the forest.</li><li>Unfortunately, there wasn't much in the way of seeing animals. No tigers or elephants, just some insects, scorpions, deer so I got out of the jungle and into cooler weather...<br /></li></ul><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cameron Highlands</span> <ul><li>After the oppressive heat, Cameron Highlands was a welcome refuge. It was soooo nice to actually wear a sweater and not have heat radiate from my body!!</li><li>Up in the mountainous region of Central Malaysia, you're surrounded by strawberry farms, fresh produce and the beauty of lush tea plantations. It's rows and rows of tea bushes, green as far as the eyes can see. It's beautiful and peaceful but I've realized that I really don't have the palate for differentiating quality tea...Being a coffee drinker, I don't know much about tea, so it was interesting to learn about how it's grown, the process to make it and the different variables that make "good" tea. Incidentally, I was having a starbucks coffee during the tour...I know, terrible, but I really needed my caffeine fix! :)</li><li>Mossy forest - beautiful and serene, the best part of the tour I went on was learning about the different wild plants that could potentially save me if I got lost in a forest. You can eat tips of a young fern plant, wild cinnamon grow as thick as branches (and fetch a lot on the black market) and ginger has a ridiculous amount of healing properties (one I didn't know, apparently great for hangovers!) </li><li>Food wise, let's see - I discovered these fried banana balls that were delish and a great pre/post hike snack, had one of the largest, most varied 'steamboat' aka hotpot and introduced a bunch of Germans to the Southern Indian eating experience...murtabak and curry anyone?<br /></li></ul><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penang</span> <ul><li>I had no expectations about the 2nd largest city in Malaysia, in fact I didn't really know very much about it. What I saw was an interesting combination of colonial buildings from it's British empire days, mixed with a few skyscrapers, resorts and old dilapidated buildings set in a port city/island. I'm glad I stayed an extra day with the scooter...I really enjoy feeling the air, sun, wind and (slight) rain on my skin while I get to look around and see vistas from all parts of Penang.</li><li>I really enjoy seeing temples (maybe cause I'm just beginning this leg of it). I'm not sure if it's being in Asia that gives it a more "authentic" feel, or the Buddhist chants from the monks, or the feng shui of the large breezy space, or the usually immaculate gardens but there is a sense of peacefulness that comes to you when are visiting temples. </li><li>Known as the food capital of Malaysia - there was no doubt that I was going to end up here! Some things that I've discovered:</li></ul><ol><li>I think Malaysian food is now officially one of my favourites ever!</li><li>I can never be vegetarian. I find it odd to order something, and only realize after 5 bites in, that it's not meat and 10 bites later figure out that I don't enjoy it.</li><li>Too much of a good thing will make your stomach hurt (an odd feeling since usually I have the stomach of steel! Steel I say. Oh and yes, you will gain weight even if you're trekking everywhere.</li><li>My spice tolerance is significantly lower...I sweat (even more) when I eat the food, after 5 minutes you'd think it'd stop...no, the burning sensation really doesn't.</li><li>Even when you ask what is in the food or what it's made of and they answer in English, you still won't know what you ate.</li><li>Food is stupid cheap here. I think the most I've paid is 20 Ringgits ($7) and that was sharing 5 dishes between 3 people or 3 dishes with fresh fish between 2 (with a drink)! On average, things cause about $1-3/meal! </li></ol><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4n3J-M0DvA/TWoHp5Ba5iI/AAAAAAAAAbc/PB68aV8gaYM/s1600/DSC03563.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4n3J-M0DvA/TWoHp5Ba5iI/AAAAAAAAAbc/PB68aV8gaYM/s400/DSC03563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578279504714589730" border="0" /></a>Yummy Laksa - spicy, salty and sweet from a Hawker stall.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b1nh3BrnwB8/TWoHpg_P15I/AAAAAAAAAbU/3K-tsgy4Yik/s1600/DSC03532.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b1nh3BrnwB8/TWoHpg_P15I/AAAAAAAAAbU/3K-tsgy4Yik/s400/DSC03532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578279498263025554" border="0" /></a>I've never seen a mosque over an ocean before!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RWOoS0X3Nc/TWoHplMhBiI/AAAAAAAAAbM/UPbQTXg00rY/s1600/DSC03494.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RWOoS0X3Nc/TWoHplMhBiI/AAAAAAAAAbM/UPbQTXg00rY/s400/DSC03494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578279499392419362" border="0" /></a>Giant golden Buddha in a Burmese Temple.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_CX47sU8xc/TWoHpZo3HoI/AAAAAAAAAbE/htsTeJjH7nU/s1600/DSC03281.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_CX47sU8xc/TWoHpZo3HoI/AAAAAAAAAbE/htsTeJjH7nU/s400/DSC03281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578279496290082434" border="0" /></a>Mossy forest. Look I'm wearing a hoodie!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBXjSROokt0/TWoHE28Nj8I/AAAAAAAAAa8/j7SJYHDgyes/s1600/DSC03427.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBXjSROokt0/TWoHE28Nj8I/AAAAAAAAAa8/j7SJYHDgyes/s400/DSC03427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578278868500713410" border="0" /></a><span class="bodytext">Kek Lok Si Temple, Penang.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d91yIH-mlb8/TWoHEqqFv4I/AAAAAAAAAa0/95hq-hlVeKE/s1600/DSC03245.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d91yIH-mlb8/TWoHEqqFv4I/AAAAAAAAAa0/95hq-hlVeKE/s400/DSC03245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578278865203478402" border="0" /></a>High Tea anyone? Tea Plantation in Cameron Highlands.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yT9devrhHiE/TWoHEe8zE2I/AAAAAAAAAas/qAzTXyPMSgQ/s1600/DSC03162.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yT9devrhHiE/TWoHEe8zE2I/AAAAAAAAAas/qAzTXyPMSgQ/s400/DSC03162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578278862060720994" border="0" /></a>Very large and jungle like.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWY7PijleS0/TWoHEcaRW5I/AAAAAAAAAak/oho0axsmdxk/s1600/DSC03025.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWY7PijleS0/TWoHEcaRW5I/AAAAAAAAAak/oho0axsmdxk/s400/DSC03025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578278861379034002" border="0" /></a>My Tarzan moment in Taman Negara.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7Mu81tIghU/TWoHEJRKtgI/AAAAAAAAAac/i0rEBIPmNfE/s1600/DSC02966.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7Mu81tIghU/TWoHEJRKtgI/AAAAAAAAAac/i0rEBIPmNfE/s400/DSC02966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578278856240576002" border="0" /></a>I think I almost look tall beside the Petronas towers!<br /></div><br />So thanks Malaysia for the yummy goodness and now I'm off to Thailand to hopefully get back in better shape with some world class diving!Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-28373786190546434112011-02-07T07:35:00.000-08:002011-02-08T19:03:25.008-08:00Happy 1 Year Anniversary in Singapore = Appropriately enough Happy Chinese New Year!My blog has always been a little too politically correct (although that is what I am like and my Canadian sensibility makes sure that I'm fairly polite about everything). But what the hell, here's a more honest entry! As my official 1 year anniversary of traveling here's an uncensored blog - cause what's the point of feeling liberated if you don't completely describe everything (ok, who am I kidding, not everything)!<br /><br />This was written feeling both my best and my crappiest = My running soundtrack: "If I ever Feel Better" - Phoenix. "Feeling Good" - Muse. "Flawed Design" - Stabilo. "Time of my Life" - BEP.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br />THE GOOD</span><br /><ul><li>I'm having the effing time of my life!! It does not get any better than this. I really can't imagine a moment in my future when I would look back at this time and think - wow, I really shouldn't have taken time out to explore the world. Are you kidding me? Ya, I'm proud of myself for making this decision and yes I'm blessed!</li><li>Coolness factor - Life is great when you can take the time out to explore and enjoy things. People are drawn to you, because you exude a confidence and happiness that comes from traveling. "So...what do you do?" Me: "Nothing, I'm just traveling the world" - comes with big happy grin, works like a charm ;)</li><li>My 5 senses are overloaded with pleasures. I see amazing things - some of the scenery are arrestingly beautiful. I hear everything from nature untouched to sounds of joy and pleasure. I've touched/felt incredible sensations. I've smelled - ok, this one isn't always great! LOL But I have slowed down enough to smell the orchids. And as a foodie, my taste buds gets tantalized by wonderful culinary treats from different places.</li><li>Freedom - I have never loved life this much! And what's not to love? I have complete and utter freedom to do/be/act however I see fit. It's liberating and I find it interesting how we still manage to censor ourselves and yet sometimes go a little overboard when you're intoxicated by it all. I'm trying a whole bunch of different approaches mainly cause I can...some have not been as successful, sometimes it's a bit of a wreck, but other times man, does it ever work out for you!</li><li>Learning things - Different cultures, people, myself. I'm challenged and taught new lessons almost everyday whether it's patience with line ups in the Philippines, responsibility with family, a new language, emotional vulnerability, openness, infatuations, obsessions, trust, limits, fears, bravery. etc. I've never felt so excited and exhilarated by people, places, events - traveling puts you in a constant state of change and the need to adapt...and if you're lucky - you get to make the most of it!<br /></li></ul><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >THE BAD</span><br /><ul><li>I MISS... <br /></li><li>Everyone :( I do. Thank goodness for FB, Skype and emails. I'd be lost without being in constant touch with people. I just miss people. Terribly. I'll keep it at that!<br /></li><li>The little and not so little things - my own "home", the smell of pine trees when I'm hiking in North Van, bickering lovingly with my parents, meeting up with the girls, driving my convertible, chillaxing, kayaking in Deep Cove, talking to my sisters, playing with my nephews and nieces, Stanley park, having a smoke/bbq with Duazel, shooting the shit with Yasmeen, drinking wine with Jen and Thorsten in their hot tub, traveling with Yuko and her keeping me sane, working out with Astrid, my Ai crew, being in the same city as Chrissy, having more clothes, wearing boots during fall. I dunno, there are tons of random stuff...</li><li>Lack of normalcy - Sometimes you lose a bit of yourself because you're not part of the "real world". You're part of some weird alternate reality that you've created that puts you in all types of exciting adventures and you get to do some fun things but sometimes it does get too much. You can get lost cause you discover sides of you, you had no idea existed.</li><li>My liver's health - I'm pretty sure she has not been this abused ever. I mean I completely laid low in my late 20s. Well apparently, we're making up for lost time (and why am I starting to forget things and have lapses in my memory...ugh...um, what was I saying?) </li><li>Dwindling bank account - Although it is cheaper to literally travel around the world than to stay at home in Vancouver, not having money coming in is hard. But ya, I'll admit it, I'm trying to figure out how to keep this going for as long as humanly possible! </li><li>Things getting stolen. It does not matter how careful you are, how responsible you think you are or even how safe something might be. Things go missing. Period. You will spend an hour or day cursing your brains out half mad and angry but it'll still be gone. Sigh.</li><li>Learning some lessons about yourself the hard way. The following at one point or another has happened: I've been mortified, ashamed, unhealthy, selfish, self absorbed, anxious, lonely, uncomfortable, angry, belligerently drunk (not my proudest moment), bored to death, ridiculously hungover, freaking out at times etc (don't worry I've felt the opposite of all of the above as well). You feel the zenith of everything because you don't have anything else to distract you - you're not part of the rat race, you're just there experiencing everything in what is usually it's purest form and you react unusually as a result. I'm learning about silver linings, my own new boundaries, my wants and needs. It's definitely interesting to go through odd experiences. You just need learn from it and see what comes out of it...so far so good...although some lessons I'm sure I could have skipped! Ugh &amp; LOL.<br /></li></ul><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >THE SEXY</span><br /><ul><li>On the wonderful side, It's really nice to come into yourself. You feel on top of the world and just freaking great. It's sad that most people don't really know their own self worth and question that very core of themselves that they should be proud of. It's amazing how long it takes us to really feel comfortable with who we are. I know life is a work in progress but my gosh I'm sooo happy to be at a much better place. I'm pretty sure I'd come upon this lesson in due time but traveling speeds everything up. And thank goodness!</li><li>Compliments - You hear some of the best compliments you will ever hear from some of the greatest and most fascinating people you'll meet - That is the ultimate flattery... even the alcohol induced comments are great and appreciated. lol. It's heady to hear how beautiful your aura is, or how inspiring you are, or how sexy or great you are a person - these are the moments you want to have seared in your brain. I think that's why I'm so vocal - I know the power of hearing things, it's nice and most people don't hear it enough or know it for that matter. </li><li>Things that make me smile: Dancing in the rain, Pirate hunters, life coaches, beautiful young thangs, Brazilian speedos, mirrors, compliments, Encore, sleeping/passing out on the floor, sneaking out, swimming pools, Skype dates, supermodels, lychee martinis, FB chat, !!!, great new BFFs, great connections.</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">SINGAPORE</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFHRuLl8GI/AAAAAAAAAZM/OgR4FB1r0N8/s1600/DSC02447.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFHRuLl8GI/AAAAAAAAAZM/OgR4FB1r0N8/s320/DSC02447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571312583814017122" border="0" /></a>Marina Bay Sands = pretty and expensive just like the rest of the city!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFIWwtdAyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/QjIDI_93hVw/s1600/DSC02729.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFIWwtdAyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/QjIDI_93hVw/s320/DSC02729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571313769903883042" border="0" /></a>Hear no Evil, Speak no Evil, See no Evil...Just get it done ?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFIW5tzKTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/iVkSXAv4xhI/s1600/DSC02695.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFIW5tzKTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/iVkSXAv4xhI/s320/DSC02695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571313772321253682" border="0" /></a>Colours of little India.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFIWlRuQiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Abu3KSXX4Ek/s1600/DSC02654.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFIWlRuQiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Abu3KSXX4Ek/s320/DSC02654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571313766834782754" border="0" /></a>Best. Picture. Ever.<br />Foreshadowing at its best/worst?<br />*Side note - re: Background. Punishment = Costly<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFIWRQx_FI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fvfQco4oF7E/s1600/DSC02606.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFIWRQx_FI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fvfQco4oF7E/s320/DSC02606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571313761462123602" border="0" /></a>Merlion the Symbol of Singapore.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFIWVXFXfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jMS-nit7n_0/s1600/DSC02550.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFIWVXFXfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jMS-nit7n_0/s320/DSC02550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571313762562301426" border="0" /></a>Please give me Peace and Serenity.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFHSc7sOyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/RJZz8JwuxZk/s1600/DSC02537.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFHSc7sOyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/RJZz8JwuxZk/s320/DSC02537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571312596363787042" border="0" /></a>Happy Chinese New Year in Chinatown.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFHSD6HbeI/AAAAAAAAAZk/VBonuLYz1k8/s1600/DSC02502.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFHSD6HbeI/AAAAAAAAAZk/VBonuLYz1k8/s320/DSC02502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571312589646294498" border="0" /></a>Year of the Rabbit!<br />Oh sooo very many jokes there...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFHSCfZdHI/AAAAAAAAAZc/klR0vUYFR4w/s1600/DSC02480.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFHSCfZdHI/AAAAAAAAAZc/klR0vUYFR4w/s320/DSC02480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571312589265794162" border="0" /></a>Yummy Chicken Rice, Brinjal, Fried Tofu with Tina.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFHR70PYaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/v5PAqwQli4Q/s1600/DSC02449.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TVFHR70PYaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/v5PAqwQli4Q/s320/DSC02449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571312587474166178" border="0" /></a>The Urban Jungle/Shopping Mall of Asia.<br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br />I'm not really sure what to make of Singapore to be honest. Impressions - It's rich, expensive and clean (yes, I have stayed away from spitting anywhere!) What it looks like? An organized Asian city with lots of greenery and beautiful tall skycrapers with interesting modern architecture. When I first got here, it was raining... alot! So I took the opportunity to rest, get healthy and be lazy (thanks to the hospitality of Tina &amp; Yvette!). I've stayed on much longer than planned (not that I have one...)<br /><ul><li>It is literally the shopping mall of Asia. They weren't kidding when they describe this place as the mecca of shopping - for the love of goodness, there is one in every single MRT (skytrain) station! For me, as a person who doesn't really like shopping or malls - well, it makes it interesting. Man, it's hard not to be pretentious or materialistic in this city - it's practically geared for you to lust after the latest technology with free wifi everywhere or want the coolest trends and fashion when Gucci, Polo and YSL greet you in every corner. It's an urban jungle with everything that you can ever want, you just have to pay a premium for it. It's not cheap!</li><li>Typical jaunts - I 've hit Sentosa - very resort-like beautiful, but very touristy and I got rained on in the man made beach. Orchard park - Just tons of shopping and shiny, beautiful people everywhere - I think I paid $5 to sit and have a coffee and people watch. Strolled through Clark/Boat Quay and enjoyed views of the restaurants and bars along the Singapore River, while checking out the good looking expats having their post-work drinks. I've meandered around Little India while taking pictures and eating samosas. I jogged around the Botanic Gardens and took way too many orchid pictures.<br /></li><li>Chinatown - What is it about Chinatowns around the world that gives it the feeling of familiarity and exoticness at the same time? At one point in time, walking around, watching people buy and sell crazy trinkets - I had my "Omg, I'm in freaking Asia" moment! It may have been eating garlic soya frogs, drinking Tiger beer and going into the temples to see the golden Buddhas, the ornate decorations and burning of the incense... </li><li>Chinese New Year - It's the year of the rabbit and you see decorations everywhere of bunnies (it took me a while to realize this...hahaha...but once I did it all made so much more sense)! The holiday also means that everything is closed so really there has been a lot of aimless walking around. Dana came for a whirlwind weekend to celebrate it - we had a great CNY dinner that started with Champagne, Paella and tossed the Lo Hei for a year of good fortune. It was a huge night out going to a few different bars with great company (thanks Nadia &amp; Stacey)...perhaps um, too crazy for/of me! Mmm...I still hope it's an auspicious year! Then there was another 'typical' open house = we just ate and ate and ate.<br /></li><li>The food - oh the gloriously spicy, tasty and delectable culinary goodness of Singapore. Now, this is my typa fare - The hawkers (cheap outdoor food stalls) sell yummy affordable food all over the place. Everything has a sumptuous kick to it I'm not sure how the Westerners manage. But it's just about perfect for me! </li></ul>I've finally bought a Lonely Planet...that means that I might have a plan soon. LOL - Well, at least more of an idea of what's next. I'm thinking heading North to Malaysia...Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-11161759280052108892011-01-26T02:54:00.000-08:002011-01-26T07:05:33.490-08:00Moving on...SE Asia here I come!Wow, I can't believe that I've stayed in the Philippines for a total of 4 months. It's amazing cause I had the chance to basically "live" here again. On one hand it was great because I had the opportunity to see different areas of the country that I haven't and more importantly, get to really know and be closer to my family. On the other hand, admittedly, there were times when it felt a bit too long for me - now that I've left, it doesn't feel that way. There were so many things that I struggled with and I never got over feeling like a stranger in a land that should be more "home". So, what's the verdict on the Philippines?<br /><br />Well, it's a mixed one. There are definitely parts that are difficult for me to understand and accept. I just want so much more for this country. Maybe I've tried a little too hard to find deep roots that don't really exist for me. Perhaps the moment has come for me to stop feeling guilty and giving myself a hard time because at the end of the day, there will always be a part of me that is Filipino - it is my ethnic heritage. However, I am truly and proudly Canadian. I always say - "We are the sum of all our experiences." And if I do the math, I've spent a total of 7 years in the Phil (0-6 and a bit during the Gulf War), 10 in Kuwait (although I considered it home til I was 21 and technically there was that 1 odd year spent in the States) and 13 in Canada. And for those that are really sticklers in math - the missing year is this one that I've spent traveling! But I digress. I guess my point is, for all my struggles and feeling lost culturally, I'm truly thankful for the time that I spent here. What I can say is that I wouldn't trade my experiences here for anything. And if a my impressions of a country as based just on my personal experiences with the hospitality and love of the people that I know here - well, then, it's an amazing place!<br /><ul><li>It means the world to me to have been able to spend so much time with Nanay, who at 90 is an amazingly strong and funny woman. Aside from old age dementia, she looks great, is healthy, laughs tons, greets live with humour and hums happily everyday - I hope I age with that much grace.</li><li>I'll forever be thankful for Hotel Dela Cruz - who provided me an awesome home and a chance to experience what I think is everything that is good about being Filipino - welcoming, kind, loving, thoughtful and just good people. It's amazing having all the goodness of being family, without the complications of family! :) </li><li>Bonding with family. I've had the funniest conversations that I never thought I would ever have...specially since the ones here are more on the conservative, religious side. Let's just say I never thought that talking about condoms, porn, religion, alcohol would ever be part of this equation. LOL.<br /></li><li>I'd like to think that my Tagalog has gotten better but, um, apparently it's obvious that I did not grow up here! I mean, I think even my Spanish accent is better cause they thought I was local in South America! Here, well, at least people tell me I sound cute...I should have bought a phrasebook I guess!</li><li>My last weekend in Manila was legendary and epic! I got to see everyone that I love here and experience such grrrrrrreat times! I will smile about this one for a long time ;) It was exactly what I needed..the culmination and an appropriate celebration to the end of my first year of traveling!<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TT__fjWgkxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/q4BKYfeWz8g/s1600/DSC02312.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TT__fjWgkxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/q4BKYfeWz8g/s320/DSC02312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566448581983900434" border="0" /></a>The lovely Dela Cruz family.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TUABF4RtR3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/4km1yJHTKC8/s1600/DSC02351.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TUABF4RtR3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/4km1yJHTKC8/s320/DSC02351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566450339947562866" border="0" /></a>Childhood home. I learned to walk here.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TUABFph90II/AAAAAAAAAY4/aF1erTs7t5U/s1600/DSC02359.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TUABFph90II/AAAAAAAAAY4/aF1erTs7t5U/s320/DSC02359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566450335989223554" border="0" /></a>Priceless.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TT__73CaQrI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5I6Yh1f2-jE/s1600/DSC02374.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TT__73CaQrI/AAAAAAAAAYY/5I6Yh1f2-jE/s320/DSC02374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566449068304646834" border="0" /></a>Last family dinner.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TT__8AXJYKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SXuLgOlFOf8/s1600/DSC02380.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TT__8AXJYKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SXuLgOlFOf8/s320/DSC02380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566449070807539874" border="0" /></a>The Epic Despidida Party at the Fort!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TUAAawYW1JI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vD8kelEEAOE/s1600/party.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TUAAawYW1JI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vD8kelEEAOE/s320/party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566449599093593234" border="0" /></a>So much lurve and good times!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TUAAaprlEhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/YCuwaIWjKCQ/s1600/DSC02443.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TUAAaprlEhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/YCuwaIWjKCQ/s320/DSC02443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566449597295170066" border="0" /></a>Sweet and Sexy Canadians in the Philippines ! ! ! (that's 3!)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TT__fdam0yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VErZWgExgLk/s1600/3%2Bof%2Bus.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TT__fdam0yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VErZWgExgLk/s320/3%2Bof%2Bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566448580390474530" border="0" /></a>The Matt and Dana Effect :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Next stop Singapore...I'm excited to get SE Asia 2011 started but also anxious cause it'll be the first truly solo extended travel that I'm doing. And I'm not sure how I feel about lugging the backpack or sleeping in hostels again...I'm sad to leave amazing people who have touched me in surprising ways. But then I think of the fun times that await me, the amazing people that I'm sure to meet and well...it makes me smile and ready to bring on the goooooooood times! ;)Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-18515600119322247242010-12-30T22:29:00.001-08:002010-12-30T23:29:14.942-08:00DECEMBER in a Catholic country!Most people don't know that I started boycotting Christmas about 7 years ago - I'm just not a big fan of the commercialism of it all. And the fact that I don't consider myself Christian, but rather as someone who is a believer of all faiths; it's fair to say that it's hard to get into the religious aspect of the holidays. Yes, you can call me Scrooge if you'd like. However, having said that, it's almost impossible not to give in to the whole thing when this country has been counting down to Christmas day since September! So, I dusted off my Santa costume and decided, what the heck, might as well try to get into it...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The fun stuff:</span> </span><br /><ul><li>There are lights everywhere. And I lurve lights. I'm generally distracted by shining bright things and they're on gates, coconut trees, windows, etc. I'm particularly a big fan of the Filipino "parols" (beautiful illuminated star-like things).</li><li>Christmas carolers - In the province and small towns, basically people just randomly walk around singing carols. Most are terrible, but some are pretty good and definitely entertaining.</li><li>Getting to spend it with family (bringing merienda for Nanay &amp; crew) and the Dela Cruzes (Champagne and Celine). </li><li>Going to Church - Maybe fun isn't the right term, but in one I learned about Christian symbols and on Christmas eve there was a Nativity play. I think I've definitely topped up on the Christianity quota for the decade. </li><li>Be a good "Cruz" and hearing that I'm God-sent. </li><li>Getting boozy and going Christmas shopping. Thanks Dana and to the margaritas! </li><li>Finding my nanny Ate Ne (who took care of me since I was a baby til I was 20 - ok, by then she wasn't taking care of me so to speak but you get the point). That was an awesome reunion!<br /></li></ul><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The stuff I miss:</span> </span><br /><ul><li>My friends. I do get lonely and it's tremendously difficult to be neurotic when people don't know you very well...I miss how Yasmeen gets me, hearing inspiration from Chrissy, Astrid's giggles, drinking wine with Jen, traveling with Yuko etc....although I do have my very own psychiatrist here (lol. Thanks Bing)</li><li>Snow. Yup, I miss the cold. It's easy to forget it's winter when you're spending the holidays sweating.</li><li>Home - I've realized how much I truly do love Vancouver.</li><li>Xmas Dinner - Turkey, stuffing, Baileys and coffee, drinking with Duazel ;)</li><li>Not having scars on my legs from mosquito bites. I've spent a lot of money on OFF and I'm still being eaten to death.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2D5cb566I/AAAAAAAAAXg/HI_EEVhFwdE/s1600/DSC02111.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2D5cb566I/AAAAAAAAAXg/HI_EEVhFwdE/s320/DSC02111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556742538154077090" border="0" /></a></li></ul><div style="text-align: center;">Maligayang Pasko at Manigong Bagong Taon = Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2DotVSA3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/_tPznj7xEOY/s1600/DSC02112.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2DotVSA3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/_tPznj7xEOY/s320/DSC02112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556742250631922546" border="0" /></a>Church Lights.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2EWzmszLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XoiFiSJ3As0/s1600/DSC02257.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2EWzmszLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XoiFiSJ3As0/s320/DSC02257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556743042589576370" border="0" /></a>Finding my Nanny...it was like Make a Wish<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2ELUwBeXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Leu77Jdm4vs/s1600/DSC02037.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2ELUwBeXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Leu77Jdm4vs/s320/DSC02037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556742845328619890" border="0" /></a>With Celine loading on Filipino treats.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2D_rDeKLI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PrREkBwWiUs/s1600/DSC02237.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2D_rDeKLI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PrREkBwWiUs/s320/DSC02237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556742645157341362" border="0" /></a>You don't need to be religious to have Faith.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2DzU_ATWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3jxw-nuQYLA/s1600/DSC02201.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2DzU_ATWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3jxw-nuQYLA/s320/DSC02201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556742433074597218" border="0" /></a>Baby Jesus in lights.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2Fr6zDhUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/f2bbo8XF78w/s1600/DSC02150.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2Fr6zDhUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/f2bbo8XF78w/s320/DSC02150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556744504809325890" border="0" /></a>Nanay's smile - the reason why I stayed here til the Holidays.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2DuBNyeCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Q0Bjc-Dngf4/s1600/DSC02106.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2DuBNyeCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Q0Bjc-Dngf4/s320/DSC02106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556742341868550178" border="0" /></a>Proof that I got into the Christmas Spirit :)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TR2DotVSA3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/_tPznj7xEOY/s1600/DSC02112.JPG"><br /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2010 and the Reality of Traveling:</span> </span><br /><br />So the reality is that traveling for most of 2010 is this - It's both great and challenging at the same time. Sometimes it's glorious with moments of epiphanies and excitement. Other times there are also periods of boredom and frustrations. Its got its own set of challenges. Mostly, I try not to complain, especially since I'm well aware of the fact that luckily, "I'm living the life" so to speak! I feel enlightened by the things I'm learning. I've realized that I struggle a lot about mostly everything...but when I get to it, I do it BIG! Lol. That said, I appreciate the fact that I'm going to come out of all my travels wiser, smarter and definitely a much better person - more assured and definitely more worldly. Not bad things at all ;)<br /><br />2010 was a tremendous year. It was very empowering having chosen to spend it traveling. I got to do most everything that I wanted to and it's amazing to have a year and actually feel fulfilled by how you've spent it. Among many things, I had the chance to:<br /><ul><li>Experience a vast and exciting new continent</li><li>Find zen and rediscover my zest for life, battle some demons and come out stronger and wiser</li><li>Eat and drink in one of my new favorite cities, Buenos Aires </li><li>Dance at the largest street party in the world during Carnival</li><li>Trek for 4 days and watch the sunrise in Machu Pichu</li><li>Learn about adaptability from the animals in the Galapagos</li><li>Pick up a few new skills and hobbies</li><li>See and be overwhelmed by the beauty of Iguazu Falls</li><li>Be challenged, touched and grow as a person </li><li>Live more freely, openly and honestly </li><li>Have some great conversations about everything - faith, God, purpose, sexuality, politics, drugs - the kind that make you a better person</li><li>Reconnect with loved ones and make new life long friends from around the world</li></ul>With the year and this decade coming to an end, it's exciting to think about what 2011 will bring. I'm determined with greet the New Year working on health, happiness, love and while I'm at it, accomplish some goal setting and achieving. I wish for everyone to be blessed with all great things that make them feel fulfilled. I think we all want to live great lives feeling like we have purpose and passion. Although I'm no closer to any answers I thought I would to some of my questions, I have learned that if we all take the time to appreciate and be thankful for the chance to improve and truly take advantage of another day then we're pretty lucky. It's that sense of optimism and hope that I wish for everyone to have.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy New Year! Bring on 2011!!</span></span><br /></div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-82576662035806203092010-11-23T06:54:00.000-08:002010-11-23T09:23:58.842-08:00The Scooter Diaries - the Filipino TeleNovelaI've had a really great last couple of weeks and I figure that showing pictures would be the best way to share my experiences this last month. I was inspired by the amazing last couple of days I had renting a scooter and booming around Negroes Oriental. I loved it! To me, it's everything that the Philippines should be - friendly, safe, fun, laid back, beach and great waters. To be honest, if my family came from somewhere awesome like this - I'd be here for even a longer time! In any case, this is November through my eyes and experiences:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOv2emUWbFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/bQO4Geja6hQ/s1600/DSC01192.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOv2emUWbFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/bQO4Geja6hQ/s320/DSC01192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542794771951938642" border="0" /></a>For some reason, I associate random wild animals and religious icons as Filipino phenomenon. <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvYVzvWt0I/AAAAAAAAATU/p4o_lnCX4GM/s1600/DSC01220.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvYVzvWt0I/AAAAAAAAATU/p4o_lnCX4GM/s320/DSC01220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542761635587209026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Undas </span>- Usually hanging out in the cemetery is not my idea of a good time, but hey, anything for the sake of culture! I wish my picture of the cotton candy man turned out better...<br /><br />After that, it was finally time to start seeing some of the beautiful sites the Philippines has to offer:<br /></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvsy-4OJHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jEOOjgG1uP0/s1600/DSC01236.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvsy-4OJHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jEOOjgG1uP0/s320/DSC01236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542784127025947762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Banaue Rice Terraces</span> - The 8th wonder of the world. 2000 year old rices terraces carved on the side of a mountain. I've always wanted to see them so it was awesome to finally get a trip up Northern Luzon to see it!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Scorpio week long appreciation - Holy, it was a never ending <span style="font-weight: bold;">Birthday of good times!</span> There was a total of 4 celebrations! A few lessons learned:<br /><br />1. Don't break a glass in the Philippines - they make you pay for it.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvaJY2jpEI/AAAAAAAAATs/HbFCp_XpH0E/s1600/DSC01284.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvaJY2jpEI/AAAAAAAAATs/HbFCp_XpH0E/s320/DSC01284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542763621234484290" border="0" /></a>2. I'm still a dangerously wicked bartender. Energy shooters will keep you up all day.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvbB6cN2ZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ie7DIxe1mB4/s1600/DSC01412.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvbB6cN2ZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ie7DIxe1mB4/s320/DSC01412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542764592323484050" border="0" /></a><br />I finally got out of the "mainland" and went to Cebu to visit my uncle, Boss Mike and my Tita Ruth.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvl-7bb8yI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cAPja7jrNCc/s1600/DSC01418.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvl-7bb8yI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cAPja7jrNCc/s320/DSC01418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542776635676947234" border="0" /></a>Enjoying the fresh seafood.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvcMeGr8iI/AAAAAAAAAT8/JSoRd55JxbA/s1600/DSC01422.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvcMeGr8iI/AAAAAAAAAT8/JSoRd55JxbA/s320/DSC01422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542765873207177762" border="0" /></a>Ended up taking a boat to another island -<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Negros Oriental</span>.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOv2fI689gI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ycoSyjHn528/s1600/DSC01425.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOv2fI689gI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ycoSyjHn528/s320/DSC01425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542794781240653314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Apo Island</span> is in the world's list of “100 dives to do before you die.” Ya, no kidding! They have the most biodiverse reefs in the world!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvdKIv54kI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QzqMcAn7f3s/s1600/DSC01438.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvdKIv54kI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QzqMcAn7f3s/s320/DSC01438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542766932626367042" border="0" /></a>I did 3 dives it was so awesome!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOv2f_qnk_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/3n0iV-tqIig/s1600/DSC01459.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOv2f_qnk_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/3n0iV-tqIig/s320/DSC01459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542794795936093170" border="0" /></a>Renting a scooter and seeing <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dumaguete</span>, Negros Oriental. I really do love the feeling of the wind as you whip around in speeds that a 100cc scooter really shouldn't do. There's something liberating about having 360 views of everything as you drive by<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvdKSRSgcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dbUFlTxOuEE/s1600/DSC01521.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvdKSRSgcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dbUFlTxOuEE/s320/DSC01521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542766935182311874" border="0" /></a>And the ride was ridiculously beautiful.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvpWoFbR1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/GLGkK3-LE-I/s1600/DSC01487.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvpWoFbR1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/GLGkK3-LE-I/s320/DSC01487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542780341336098642" border="0" /></a>I mean, it's not all glamorous with the bugs, smoke from the cars, and getting rained on, but I suppose it's all part of the experience.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvl_cc00ZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CJPsmM4HD1U/s1600/DSC01636.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvl_cc00ZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CJPsmM4HD1U/s320/DSC01636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542776644541141394" border="0" /></a>Right before a downpour!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvpXlYQ8BI/AAAAAAAAAVs/cUy-gNOO-vE/s1600/DSC01588.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvpXlYQ8BI/AAAAAAAAAVs/cUy-gNOO-vE/s320/DSC01588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542780357789675538" border="0" /></a>I drove a total of over 200 kms and checked out Mabinay to see caves. I'd have rappelled down them but I've learned that unfortunately, the Philippines isn't as conducive to independent travelers - I'm having a really hard time justifying paying for a solo adventure priced for 4-5 people!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvjlltCtOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/RFdFU23C_2c/s1600/DSC01520.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvjlltCtOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/RFdFU23C_2c/s320/DSC01520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542774001325225186" border="0" /></a>Kayaking around Twin Lakes - basically the Filipino version of Buntzen Lake!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvfVf5f2fI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2d-YsKGp2EY/s1600/DSC01611.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvfVf5f2fI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2d-YsKGp2EY/s320/DSC01611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542769326842436082" border="0" /></a>I headed over to Siquior looking for some beach action and found an awesomely cheap place near the ocean.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOv2gjigFxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mzEvcXvO-eQ/s1600/DSC01700.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOv2gjigFxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mzEvcXvO-eQ/s320/DSC01700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542794805565724434" border="0" /></a> and made some new friends.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvfXMtKo5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/qLMioMma7tA/s1600/DSC01692.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvfXMtKo5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/qLMioMma7tA/s320/DSC01692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542769356050178962" border="0" /></a>I feel like I'm in the traveling groove again - check my fresh mango juice with an umbrella<br />and my new Finnish boys!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvpXG5laxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/dA43KBskUBE/s1600/DSC01825.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvpXG5laxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/dA43KBskUBE/s320/DSC01825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542780349607930642" border="0" /></a>Snorkeling in the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Marine Sanctuary in San Juan</span> with my awesome underwater camera!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOviWDnN0II/AAAAAAAAAUs/FvAtx2i-Drc/s1600/DSC01800.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOviWDnN0II/AAAAAAAAAUs/FvAtx2i-Drc/s320/DSC01800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542772634964316290" border="0" /></a>Finding Nemo ;)<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOviVj-36VI/AAAAAAAAAUk/4EDi-0r5VbI/s1600/DSC01766.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOviVj-36VI/AAAAAAAAAUk/4EDi-0r5VbI/s320/DSC01766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542772626473609554" border="0" /></a>Going to see a faith healer up in the mystical mountains of Siquior and getting her to explain the voodoo preventing amulets and resisting buying the Love Potion...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvl-RwjbUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/v22pZ4BIFhw/s1600/DSC01858.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TOvl-RwjbUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/v22pZ4BIFhw/s320/DSC01858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542776624491228482" border="0" /></a></div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-2325108427245761082010-11-01T21:38:00.001-07:002010-11-03T19:35:26.365-07:00Mmm, The Philippines...so far...It's interesting to be back "home" to the Philippines. I'm here - well, for so many reasons.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">HOMETOWN</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">:</span> My family comes from a small town in the province of Nueva Ecija. For years I thought it was really far away because it always took anywhere between 5-6 hours to get here. Since Google Earth came out, I learned that apparently it's only 150kms north of Manila - ya, not so great road conditions. There's not much around, my sisters call it "Boringville". All that's really here is the university that my family has been an integral part of. It goes back generations - My grandparents were a big part of elevating Central Luzon State University - my Lolo and Lola (grandpa/ma) were Deans, my uncle is called the King of Goats (sounds better in Tagalog), my father was the Dean of Fisheries and my mother was a Director of Research, my cousins teach here - it's like a Cruz stamp across the whole campus. In that sense, it's cool to be reminded daily where you come from and what a difference my family has made in the area.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">CULTURE:</span> A big part of it is to get back in touch with my cultural roots. To be honest, I'm proudly Canadian and have never really felt very Filipino. In many ways, I'm here trying to either fall in love with the country and the people or find peace with not really belonging here. I'll let you know the verdict in the end. Part of my struggle is not really understanding how the people think, while I speak Tagalog relatively fluently (and it's getting better everyday) - I'm neither very conservative nor am I Christian (for those that don't know...I'm agnostic - I'm a believer in all faiths). However, when you're in a country that was ruled by the Spaniards and Catholicism for close to 400 years, you're surrounded by highly judgmental and fairly religious people...not necessarily my favorite combination. Here, white is good and dark is bad. I mean, all you have to do is go to the lotion section and you're surrounded my whitening everything. It's worse than Michael Jackson - seriously, there's whitening soap, lightening lotion, fairer toners, bleaching creams, there are injectables and even pills you can take - it's an insane obsession that boggles my mind. I mean, you all love my skin tone specially when I get darker...imagine the opposite here. There's a post colonial trap that's prevalent everywhere and I struggle with all the discrimination - forget the basic socio/economic gap - there's a plethora of other issues like gender, level of education, generation, last name, job title etc. However, *** Travel Advisory: If you are white and reading this, holy moly, COME TO THE PHILIPPINES - Wanna know what's it's like to be treated like royalty?! This is the place!! *** So, ya, it's a struggle and I'm trying to find the beautiful parts of what I know is/can be a glorious country.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">WEATHER:</span> I'm seriously melting here. Either it's ridiculously hot or it's flash flooding torrential tropical downpour. So far I've experienced a signal 2 (out of 3) typhoon. For those who have no idea what that's like, it's basically insanely gloomy, dark, gray and it rains so much that roads turn into rivers. There's a constant raging wind that slaps the coconut leaves around, trees sway maniacally and you're bombarded with constant wind. The skies are just plain angry. The last one hit the northern part of the Philippines, wrecking millions of pesos in damage. Unfortunately, the torrential rain barely cuts the debilitating heat that engulfs this area. It's 34 at 9am!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">FAMILY &amp; FRIENDS:</span> </span>To be honest, I'm kinda lonely. I mean, not all the time, but I terribly miss my family back home in Canada and my best friends. I don't have a crew here or as they say "barkada". Hanging out with my sisters' childhood friends and hearing stories that the people I played with when we were younger already have 2-3 or more children, some of whom are teenagers is a constant reminder that I don't have solid roots here, nor do I have much in common with most people. However, I've been blown away by the sheer love and how so many family, friends and people have opened their houses and welcomed me. The Dela Cruzes who've set me up with swank accommodation - complete with TV, AC, private bathroom and a balcony. Forget hostels, this place is the bomb! Staying with Gian Karla and her roomie in Makati and chilling with Mojitos (the by way, you can find everything here but mint is really difficult to find!) The best part is being able to reconnect with family and all it's extensions - I suppose I'm getting to that age where it's so important to know where you come from, your heritage and your family tree. I'm having fun bonding and truly getting to know people.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >RANDOM WEIRDNESS: </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Liquor Ban</span> - Ya, who knew those still existed?!? I went to Manila just in time for a liquor ban due to local elections. I can't believe that they actually stopped serving alcohol for 3 days!! So insane! Not that I wanted to drink, but seriously, take away the option and that's all you can think about! Oh well - we made up for it as soon as it was over.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Superstitions</span> - There's an eerieness about the dark parts of this country that makes me believe that ghosts, dwarfs, vampires and other odd urban myths are actually true or could possibly exist here. Hard to explain but with Halloween and all, it makes me think weird things. The bats flying everywhere do not help...<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">All Saints' Day/Day of the Dead/"Undas"</span> - Filipino tradition dictates that people go to the cemetery and celebrate/remember the dead. Translation? It means that everyone goes and has a reunion - I mean, hordes of people go, picnics are set up, drinking, gambling, popcorn, cotton candy, there's even kara/videoke in the cemetery for the whole day!!!</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Malls</span> - The shopping malls here are epic and legendary. There are so many of them. So. Many. You think capitalism is bad in North America, we've gotten nothing on the wide array of choices here. It's ridiculous - they have more of everything (um, expect tampons...) but aside from that, they have all the European, North American, Asian brands. Seriously, there's a La Senza, Aldo, GAP store all next to each other and more that I'm sure are actually popular but just haven't heard off cause I don't like shopping. </li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Money</span> - I don't understand how I can buy a brand new cell phone for the same price as treating 5 people for coffee. Or how I can buy lunch for the family and have it be the same worth as someone's salary for the month. Or how it can be ridiculously cheap here and yet be so expensive at the same time.<br /></li></ul>I'm off to go up north for a little adventure...so pics to follow.Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-36540793924807046332010-10-16T23:19:00.000-07:002010-10-16T23:37:23.074-07:00Party Like You're 90 - Filipino Style!Ah, the Philippines, "the mother land". It's been almost a month since I've been here. I'm not really sure I've come close to acclimatizing yet since I'm still melting (and that's putting it mildly)! It's insanely hot at a balmy 32 degrees at 9am! I've been meaning to write but honestly between the heat making me lazy, the carb comatose, the little trips we were taking and being really busy with my whole family - it's been hard to even catch up on rest!<br /><br />Everyone came home - Charmaine, my sister from Toronto, Cheryl, Kalli, Dean from NFLD and my parents and now they're back :( The reunion happened cause it's my grandmother's 90th birthday. Let me tell you, I come from great stock! Expect for some memory gaps, she's thankfully in great shape. The best thing about being here is really reconnecting with the whole family and all it's extensions. The older I get, the more desire I have to really get to know and keep in touch with loved ones. Plus, I really do come from a ridiculously interesting clan!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Highlights:</span><br /><ul><li>My Grandma's (Nanay) 90th birthday party - it's the best family reunion ever! Although we wished that Everybody could come - it was amazing how many made the trip to celebrate with us. For those that weren't there - tons of pics on FB!<br /></li><li>Spending time with the family! It's been amazing reconnecting with everyone.</li><li>Meeting all the cousins (I have a billion of them!)</li><li>Late night chats about everything and nothing at all - "Everyone's a suspect".</li><li>Drinking wine with Nanay - she's got a wicked sense of humour. "I love you Nanay" "I love you too, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10" LOL! ;)</li><li>Treetop adventure, Zip-trekking, Zoobic Safari, Fish Pedicure (it's hysterically ticklish)</li><li>Drinking coffee until 1 am laughing about childhood boyfriends, pimples and "patris"</li><li>Saleslady cupping my boobs in Greenhills and asking me if they are "original"<br /></li></ul><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lowlights: </span><br /><ul><li>The carbs are killing me! Imagine eating rice 3-5 times a day! For breakfast (yes, it's true), lunch and dinner plus all the "mirienda" (snacks) in between!!</li><li>Super sonic bugs - they eat you alive. OFF does NOT work!</li><li>Everyone gaining 10lbs in 3 weeks (that's without alcohol!)</li><li>The intense heat!! Yes, it is a bit too much.</li><li>I'm already missing my family :(<br /></li></ul><br />I'm not sure how long I'll be staying here - the heat is rather unbearable specially since my body seems to be looking for the Canadian fall. I need to start researching and figure out where I want to go, what I want to do and what kind of volunteer or work opportunities come my way. So far, I've been getting some interesting job offers ie. bar tending instructor, ecology conservationist, editor, customer service trainer - so really who knows what I'll be doing! Although I'm in my hometown staying with family friends, I think I'll be looking into taking trips really soon.<br /><br />I've got a cell in the Philippines - it'll be great to hear people's voices, buy a phone card or skype it -<span id="profile_status"><span id="status_text">011 (63) 927-890-7155</span></span>!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TLqYjOXxxLI/AAAAAAAAATM/n6DDWD-WJTg/s1600/DSC06391.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TLqYjOXxxLI/AAAAAAAAATM/n6DDWD-WJTg/s320/DSC06391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528899223471375538" border="0" /></a>Taking a bite of the cake!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TLqYMNAwV7I/AAAAAAAAATE/IktRNJKd8cU/s1600/DSC00881.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TLqYMNAwV7I/AAAAAAAAATE/IktRNJKd8cU/s320/DSC00881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528898827969386418" border="0" /></a>Fish pedi - I guess it's organic right?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TLqXwlJs_PI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MijjiYpYvyk/s1600/DSC00745.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TLqXwlJs_PI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MijjiYpYvyk/s320/DSC00745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528898353413029106" border="0" /></a>Family trip to Subic.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TLqXZggHLbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1Wjd7u_FJj8/s1600/DSC00676.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TLqXZggHLbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1Wjd7u_FJj8/s320/DSC00676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528897957027851698" border="0" /></a>Zoofari with the fam.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TLqW19MIwqI/AAAAAAAAASs/wHYQ4SVHJ1o/s1600/Copy+of+DSC_6264.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TLqW19MIwqI/AAAAAAAAASs/wHYQ4SVHJ1o/s320/Copy+of+DSC_6264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528897346253406882" border="0" /></a>The Cruz/Reyes/Santos Clan &amp; friends!!! Ya it was FUN!<br /></div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-10105608766950645182010-09-18T00:36:00.000-07:002010-09-18T01:09:04.045-07:00Goodbye Vancouver (again) and Hello Asia!Hard to believe that South America was just 2 weeks ago. I wanted a more comprehensive, we traveled x amount of kilometers but man, I'm not sure I like google map. But here's a quick map with all the places we went to. Tally - 1 continent, 7 countries, over 30 cities and countless friends:<br /><br /><iframe width="640" height="480" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;hl=en&amp;msa=0&amp;msid=107148435826749246511.0004901deec35544e7310&amp;ll=-25.165173,-64.6875&amp;spn=72.131352,112.5&amp;z=3&amp;output=embed"></iframe><br /><small>View <a href="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;hl=en&amp;msa=0&amp;msid=107148435826749246511.0004901deec35544e7310&amp;ll=-25.165173,-64.6875&amp;spn=72.131352,112.5&amp;z=3&amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">South America - Te amo!</a> in a larger map</small><br /><br />I'm fully aware that time does fly but I'm in complete shock how quickly being home in Vancouver has come to an end. I have never had 17 days go by so quickly. It's seriously been a whirlwind. I barely had enough time to refuel on best friends, get a new passport (with more pages of course) and get things done. When I first got back, I had a bad case of 'Reverse Culture Shock' - I was really weirded out by everything, including seeing an immense number of white and Asian folks (I know, I'll have to get over this. lol) Everything just felt so surreal. It's been great being back but it still doesn't feel real and yet here I am completely panicked about leaving in a few days. To be honest, it was too short - I didn't even get a chance to see everyone, or do everything much less process and reflect about how traveling has impacted and changed me. I would have loved to have spent more time with people. I don't really want to go through the whole "missing everyone" ordeal again. I'm a little heart-broken about saying good bye.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I'm excited about exploring Asia. I bought a one way ticket to Manila and start in the Philippines with my whole family for my Grandmother's 90th birthday! It'll be epic and a fantastic party! After that, I'm not sure what I'll be doing. I do plan on staying put for a little while, slow down a bit and do some volunteering. This part of the journey will be different since I'll be on my own - I'm going through Yuko withdrawal already! :( However, I know that it'll be filled with new experiences, lessons and more adventures.<br /><br />PS - I've given everyone a hard time on this but I really REALLY want people to keep in better touch. Technology makes it easier with Emails, Facebook, Skype- charinascruz. Despite wherever I am, I still want to feel connected and hear from everyone!!Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-29837270625938938062010-09-01T19:52:00.000-07:002010-09-13T00:10:02.509-07:00The Galapagos Islands - The Origin of SpeciesHow do I even begin to start choosing highlights from a trip to the Galapagos? It's hard to describe the feeling of being on the islands - I'll admit, I wasn't completely blown away in the beginning of the trip. I dunno, maybe I've been extremely blessed and have seen some amazing things around the world but as spectacular as it is, it wasn't earth shattering...I know, it's awful to admit that. But as the days continued, there were just so many things to appreciate. How can you not fall in love with nature when turtles swim around you, the sea lions laze around and frolic in the waves and you see ancient giant tortoises in their natural habit. I went on a cruise and spent 8 days on a 16 passenger boat named the Golondrina. I was fortunate enough to be with a great bunch of people and have a friendly and knowledgeable guide. I must say, there were some fantastic moments of complete bliss sitting on the deck soaking in the sun and smelling the fresh sea.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">HIGHLIGHTS</span><br /><ul><li> Animal watching - The best thing about the islands is that it's the humans that have to move around animals and not the other way around. Seriously, what a concept...but it really adds to the experience when you have to look at where you're walking so you don't trample the iguanas in their little kindergarten sanctuary.</li><li>Sea Lions - OMG, they are the cutest things in the world. I've learned that it's impossible to take too many pictures of them (as seen on FB). We even got really lucky and saw a newborn baby being cleaned by its mother on its first day on earth! Though I did find that it's a little freaky to swim with them cause they are huge and fast but it's crazy cool how close to you they get.</li><li>Random sightings - We saw 2 whales on our way to snorkeling and penguins while we were sitting on the deck sunbathing.</li><li>Snorkeling - The water was freezing! I have never had to wear a full body wetsuit (you feel like a sausage it's awful. lol) but there were a few things that I'd never seen before such as the Galapagos Octopus &amp; a Yellow Puffer and schools of mantle rays.</li><li>Swimming with the tortoises - It's mesmerizing watching them eat and swim surprisingly fast...I don't know why they have such an unfortunate rap, I mean their hundreds of kilos heavy, it's amazing they can move in the first place.</li><li>Scuba diving and seeing 2 sharks sleeping and a hammerhead shark. I'm surprised that I didn't guzzle my tank faster than I did!</li><li>I love Boobies!!! Blue footed boobies (the famous Galapagos bird) look kinda cross-eyed and dopey and I think they're sooooo cute. Red footed boobies are pretty cool too. Seeing little kids with the "I love Boobies" shirt around town makes me laugh every single time.</li><li>I had a fantastic cabin mate - Thanks Monika!<br /></li></ul><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">LOWLIGHTS</span><br /><ul><li>Being sea sick...T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E...the rocking of the boat did not feel like a lullaby despite how much I willed it to! Pills don't really help much...and neither does drinking...I still kinda feel like the earth is constantly shaking like it's on a gigantic wave. I'm kinda over boats for now...</li><li>The waves. There are some strong currents here!</li><li>My brand spanking new waterproof camera is NOT waterproof - The downside is that I had to get pics from other people but I'm happy to say that there is a better ending to this story now.... The amazing Romana got me a refund...I can't even begin to tell you how impressive watching her negotiate in Spanish was!<br /></li></ul><br />I've had some pretty cool chilled days walking around <span style="font-weight: bold;">Puerto Ayora</span>. I went for a monstrous 40km uphill bike ride that took me to a beautiful turquoise beach - let's just say I'm just trying to lose weight I gained during the 8 day cruise (and other places). It's amazing how you can do absolutely nothing on the boat and all you want to do is to eat and sleep.<br /><br />After the Galapagos, we ended up in a really cool little beach town in Ecuador called <span style="font-weight: bold;">Montanita</span>. We hung out with Jess and the Israeli boys enjoying the laid back atmosphere and soaked in more sun and the wicked hippie atmosphere (you'll see the cute trenza that I got as a souvenir).<br /><br />Hard to believe that 7 months in South America has come and gone. In many ways it's gone by ridiculously fast. I can't believe this is the last blog in this continent. There are some amazing things to see and experience and it's truly been great. I wish we had more time since there are so many other places I'd love to see, ah well there's always next time...We're in <span style="font-weight: bold;">Lima</span> enjoying our last few nights in the continent with our fave Londoners who we bumped into on our 30 hr bus trip (our longest ever). Great way to end this part of the journey. It's hard not to get a little sad and introspective when things come to an end since traveling is filled with beautiful moments but it's always wonderful to think about the new adventures yet to come...<br /><br />We'll be arriving back home to Vancouver soon. Yuko will be there but I'll only be in town from Sept 3-20th and would love to see everyone!! I'll be heading to the Philippines and will continue my travels in Asia. I'm secretly hoping that there'll be a "Welcome back/Tell our stories once/Show our pictures/I'm leaving again for a long time" Party. I'll keep everyone posted...ps - the number everyone can reach me is at my parents' (604) 519 1873 or their cell at (778) 836 7096 which I will probably have on me! See you all soon!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8ehI5ZwDI/AAAAAAAAASk/4MWpg1OUUM0/s1600/IMG_7491.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8ehI5ZwDI/AAAAAAAAASk/4MWpg1OUUM0/s320/IMG_7491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512158023597539378" border="0" /></a>Who knew iguanas could have the most interesting expression!?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8cfgCzkeI/AAAAAAAAASc/WIUPog77WZE/s1600/IMG_7446.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8cfgCzkeI/AAAAAAAAASc/WIUPog77WZE/s320/IMG_7446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512155796428001762" border="0" /></a>Those are white tipped sharks taking an afternoon nap.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8a7MezDLI/AAAAAAAAASU/UFDA_85nWhs/s1600/SDC19808.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8a7MezDLI/AAAAAAAAASU/UFDA_85nWhs/s320/SDC19808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512154073189780658" border="0" /></a>Mr turtle just popped up beside our dinghy :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8YVmxco-I/AAAAAAAAASM/YV5EAsU8vYk/s1600/P1000170.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8YVmxco-I/AAAAAAAAASM/YV5EAsU8vYk/s320/P1000170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512151228389041122" border="0" /></a>Tortoises make me feel young, light and wrinkle free ;)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8XekkZjSI/AAAAAAAAASE/wu1clCkx6xc/s1600/P1000224.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8XekkZjSI/AAAAAAAAASE/wu1clCkx6xc/s320/P1000224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512150282904636706" border="0" /></a>Super-Snorkelers<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8WmFDSw2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/Lqj4u7oisjw/s1600/P1000391.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8WmFDSw2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/Lqj4u7oisjw/s320/P1000391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512149312371606370" border="0" /></a>How adorable is this sea lion?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8VdqteUiI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FCekSwFbAJw/s1600/P1000424.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8VdqteUiI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FCekSwFbAJw/s320/P1000424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512148068350186018" border="0" /></a>The famed Boobies. Notice the little boobie?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8UBduWeYI/AAAAAAAAARs/Tjp30n4TJRM/s1600/P1000605.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TH8UBduWeYI/AAAAAAAAARs/Tjp30n4TJRM/s320/P1000605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512146484316240258" border="0" /></a>Ya, this pose was fun.<br /></div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-50263008507714648922010-08-23T11:56:00.002-07:002010-08-23T13:42:18.243-07:00And into Peru we go...* It's late as always but I'm in the Galapagos and since that blog is next, I had to get this up...*<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Puno, Peru </span>- We finally crossed into country number 6. I've noticed that South America has this weird obsession with getting you off a bus to walk over to immigration and into the other side. Gosh knows, it would be easier to go on a bus but apparently, walking is literally a right of passage. We stopped off in Puno long enough to see the Floating Islands on the Peruvian side of Lake Titicaca. Although extremely touristy, there is something really cool to be said about the man-made floating islands made out of the local reed that is found in the lake. It started hundreds of years ago as a way to escape the mainland (and the Spaniards). Nowadays, it's a bit kitchy since the locals pretty much live off of the tourist that visit. The experience comes complete with them singing "Row Row Row Your Boat" as you enter (wrong words and all). However, it's still pretty much amazing to see how an entire village on floating man-made reed islands can sustain itself. The next island we visited proofed exactly how small the world is when I bumped into a friend I hadn't seen since university. Imagine my surprise when I heard my name called after huffing and puffing up a huge hill...<br /><br />We then headed straight to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cusco</span>, since our main priority was really to see Machu Pichu. The only part of Cusco we really saw was the cute main plaza where all the tourist agencies are set up. We went horseback riding in the Sacred Valley, which in reality sounds far cooler than it actually was. Don't get me wrong, the views were great but I think that's the slowest horse I've ever been on. The most interesting part was the witch we met in one of the ruins who read our futures from a cigarette. I'm supposedly going to marry a blond man with honey coloured eyes have 3 children, a dog I don't really like but my oldest son does and a house with 2 floors and large windows - I'll keep that in mind....that narrows things down. Yuko didn't like her reading too much but I'm cool with apparently not being too rich but very very happy.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Machu Pichu</span> - I chose a the 4 day Inca Jungle trail since I wanted variety in my trek. Since Yuko's stomach hated her throughout Bolivia she opted to take the train there and back. As for me, well let me tell you, that was the best/most exhilarating, challenging and physically demanding thing I have ever done!<br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Day 1</span> - It started with a very early morning downhill bike ride for 50+ kms. Very much like Death Road (expect without the constant fear of dying) - you start from a much higher altitude amidst the clouds and cold wind. This time, I rode like a pro, feeling very much at ease with the speed, fog and mist that surrounds you. We ended up biking much longer than expected since there have been local strikes going on. Something about gas prices being unfair for the locals. We were fairly lucky since it wasn't really violent and they pretty much let us pass every single checkpoint. After about 4-5 hours of adrenaline pumping biking we ended up in Santa Teresa and rushed to do some river rafting. Despite being "dry" season, we rafted and body surfed on level 3+ rapids on the Rio Urubamba.<br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Day 2</span> - There was lots of walking, I means lots and lots of up and downhill treking that took you past rivers, hills and mountains. We walked on part of the 40,000+km of the Inca Trails which connected the better part of the region. We were painted like warriors with the native plants, saw fields of coca leaves (the legal kind), swam in natural thermal baths and crossed the river with a pulley cable. As fun as that was, the 7+ hours of walking that day meant that I developed blisters on both sides of both feet - yeah, not so fun.<br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Day 3</span> - Thankfully not as arduous as the day before but there was definitely more trekking. You know you're tired when you look at your watch and it's only 9:30am knowing full well that you still have over 20km of walking to do. The views are amazing though and it's hard not to enjoy yourself when you have great company. We hugged the river and walked by the railroad on the way to Agua Caliente.<br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Day 4</span> - The group woke up at an unGodly hour of 2:45 am to make sure that we were amongst the first 400 so we can sign up to climb Wayna Pichu. I was one of the few that decided to safe my energy for the 2 mountains and paid the $7 to get up to the gate. As soon as you walk in, it's hard not to be in awe of the magnificence of the ruins. We watched the sunrise from between the mountains and light up the terraced vistas of Machu Pichu. We walked around and marveled at the history. We tackled Wayna Pichu, which is roughly about 45 minutes uphill until we could see that ruins were actually designed to be shaped as a condor. We hung out on top, soaked in the rays and enjoyed the views. And as if that didn't get us tired enough, we decided to go up another mountain that was even higher and harder! The views were pretty darn great already, I couldn't imagine it getting better. Oh and yes it did. The Machu Pichu mountain, itself is an 1.5 hour hike up the opposite side of the ruins that enables you to see 360 views of the whole region. It was worth the 20 hr day we had just to see it. Definitely an awesome highlight!<br /><br />After Cusco, we started to make our way north towards Lima and had a little pitstop in <span style="font-weight: bold;">Huacachina</span>, a little town known for lagoon and it's legendary sand dunes. Ken and I went sandboarding and riding on a buggie in Huacachina with Jesus, the crazy awesome driver! I grew up in the Middle East with tons of sand dunes but I have never flown through or jumped dunes quite like that!! At those speeds, roller coasters just won't cut it anymore. I won the medal for "fastest and longest" ride down the biggest and steepest dune ever. I realize that I feel most alive when I'm doing something exhilarating and beautiful. It's not that I'm an adrenaline junkie by any means, but there is something to be said for feeling nature's elements at it's ultimate peak - Feeling sand on your body, the wind through your hair, the tingle in your belly when you fly through the air. We ended the day watching a beautiful pink sunset and took silly pictures.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mancora</span>, is one of Peru's premier beach destination, and while I liked it, I think Yuko was more disappointed in the lack of surf-able waves. Maybe on my way back, I'll take advantage of the kiteboarding that goes on there. The best part of this town was meeting up with old friends, hanging out in with guitars &amp; harmonicas, trying to find the hot springs in the national park and getting lost with our moto-taxis (kinda like tricycles in the Phil or tuk-tuks in Thailand) and eating churros on the beach.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/THLbbXhlgsI/AAAAAAAAARc/GrzYqQvIZAc/s1600/P8110754.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/THLbbXhlgsI/AAAAAAAAARc/GrzYqQvIZAc/s320/P8110754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508706557445374658" border="0" /></a>Extreme Buggie: My medal - Fastest Canadian down a dune.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/THLV8kFNJmI/AAAAAAAAARU/tDGlJJYiaFc/s1600/P8050639.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/THLV8kFNJmI/AAAAAAAAARU/tDGlJJYiaFc/s320/P8050639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508700530681914978" border="0" /></a>3+ rapids, you ain't got nothing on us!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/THLV8CXVmsI/AAAAAAAAARM/Knowz4crSm4/s1600/CIMG0331.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/THLV8CXVmsI/AAAAAAAAARM/Knowz4crSm4/s320/CIMG0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508700521631161026" border="0" /></a>The coolest trek and ruins ever!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/THLV7xXkPSI/AAAAAAAAARE/sB7_3rUofRs/s1600/100_3433.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/THLV7xXkPSI/AAAAAAAAARE/sB7_3rUofRs/s320/100_3433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508700517068717346" border="0" /></a>I've never been so happy to make it up a mountain!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/THLV7ZwXXMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/feMRK8ZaU-s/s1600/100_3346.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/THLV7ZwXXMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/feMRK8ZaU-s/s320/100_3346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508700510730280130" border="0" /></a>Somos Pumas - Best 4 day excursion to Machu Pichu!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/THLV65_oWEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Nm1uO1Ly6fg/s1600/100_3302.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/THLV65_oWEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Nm1uO1Ly6fg/s320/100_3302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508700502204373058" border="0" /></a>Yes, it was beautiful.<br /></div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-68976172071256590722010-07-31T16:19:00.000-07:002010-07-31T16:39:40.480-07:00Bolivian adventures never cease to amaze!<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">From Sucre to La Paz, we took what was apparently the nicest bus that Bolivia probably has to offer. Sadly, the first 1.5 hours was probably the most painful bus ride I've ever taken. Thanks to the wonderful sea sickness pills that my parents had given me, I passed out for the next 10 hours! We woke up to a lovely view of La Paz, which is the highest capital in the world. It makes for a picturesque site since the city is built in a valley with homes all round the surrounding mountains and cliffs. We haven't really gotten use to the altitude...we were hoping that 3 weeks in over 3500m would do it, but it's still hard to make it up a flight of steps without puffing and wheezing!<br /><br />Bolivia's history - I went on a really informative city tour around <span style="font-weight: bold;">La Paz. </span>No wonder there is so much poverty here. They have had over 200 military coups in the last 155 years. They even had a president that only lasted for 6 hours. At one point in the last 20 years, inflation would rise nearly 500% every month. There is so many things to enjoy about Bolivia. There is much more culture here and you see indigenous people everywhere dressed in traditional garb. Aside from Catholicism, the Spanish influence is not as evident. There is an interesting balance between religion and superstition and the mixture of different beliefs intertwined. When you visit Witches' Market, the tourist shopping area - you can find mummified baby llamas in every stage. The very small/fetus size ones are for offerings to Pacha Mama (Mother Earth) and the slightly bigger ones are buried under a construction site before they build a house for luck, safety and prosperity. Unfortunately, the hardship of the locals are also seen in everyday life. The wrinkles that line the faces of people are evidence of the lack of opportunities that exist. I never thought I would be heartbroken about how the crackdown on cocaine could make a whole country suffer even more. Because of the limits of coca leave production, Bolivia loses over $500 million dollars every year. In a country where you can easily survive in relative luxury at $10 a day, the impact on the locals is staggering.<br /><br />We've met many people who have absolutely loved the insanity of Bolivia. And truly, there is a never endless amount of adventure that occurs here. Everything is a challenge here - breathing, getting a bus, crossing the street, arriving anywhere. The only thing that seems easy is getting sick. Every traveler we've met is sporting a cough of some sort, either because of the freezing weather or some sort of food poisoning. Interesting enough, I've had one of the best meals of my life here! It was Mixto Shawarma (chicken, shish kebab, beef, tabouleh, eggplant) and the most delicious chocolate cake (with layers of dulce de leche and almonds in between). I know, I had to talk about it since it was fantastic. Of course when I tried to go for a repeat the next day, the place was closed down (with a sign that didn't explain whether it was the sketchy kitchen or the illicit activities that I'm sure goes on there...)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Death Road</span> - Known as the "Most Dangerous Road in the World", it's famous for tourists biking (and unfortunately dying). Don't worry Mom and Dad, I've already done it and survived!! Oh my gosh, this was one of the best and most exhilarating things I've ever done. Yuko skipped it cause there was no way she was going to go down from 4700m into 65km of downhill goodness. The trip starts with a drive from La Paz for an hour until you are high up in the Bolivian Andes. I wasn't expecting to see snow and ice everywhere. But all of a sudden we stopped a lagoon, where the guide proceeded to give us a full face helmet, hardcore pants and vest, knee and elbow pads and one of the best full suspension bikes I've ever tried (and trust me, it was worth paying extra). You start at a freezing icy highway, where you zoom past trucks and cars at some crazy speed. The views are spectacular of the mountains and valley. You feel the cold brisk air invigorate you as you bike through clouds at a breezy 80km/hr. There's plenty of stops along the way to admire the views. One of the guys in my tour bailed within the first 10 minutes. Thankfully, he is alive and well, it served as a great reminder to the rest of us to be extremely careful. Trust me, between all the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I was holding on to the brakes for dear life for the whole 4 hours! You continue to a gravely road, which is technically the start of Death Road. It's insane and it's clearly not for the weak of heart with extreme drop-offs, no guardrails and its muddy road with loose rocks. It's width is the size of a one lane road with 150m cliffs on one side and the mountain on the other. It's exhilarating and you feel so alive biking through mini waterfalls. You see amazing views of varied topography, from hawk-like birds flying over you until you end up in a really hot subtropical area. The whole experience was simply amazing...<br /><br />After La Paz, we decided it was a shame not to do anything Amazonian in South America. So we took a 3 day tour of <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Pampas</span> and we're soooo happy that we did because the Amazon Basin was fantastic! After a quick panic in the airport where we thought we missed our plane, we ended up making friends with our Dutch boy and took a small 20 seater with twin propellers to Rurrenabaque. The next day our tour began and luckily we had the best group and guide ever! Although the Brits had a weird and hilarious obsession with llamas - hence our group name "Sexy Llama Bitches". It started with a 3 hour jeep journey, where we caught a glimpse of some of the wildlife we were going to see. Hard to believe it was going to get even better after seeing all those birds and these gigantic guinea pig looking mammals (whose name I can not remember for the life of me). After, you're treated to a 2 hour ride on a motorized canoe that takes you down a winding river. It was exciting seeing caymans (kinda like an ugly crocodile/alligator) and turtles and so many different types of birds (only ones I can name - the herons and storks). I didn't know that turtles where so affectionate. They look like they are perpetually spooning sitting on logs on top of each other like they're doing a conga line.<br /><br />Our "ecolodge" was basically wooden cabins with beds and mosquito nets. It as very rustic and kinda cool with all the hammocks you can laze about in. The next day we went searching for Anaconda in the muddy marsh. Let's just say that I now have a sock that will perpetually be brown cause my boots had holes in it. Thankfully, we saw one on dry land - did you know that a 3 foot anaconda is like 50-60kg?! We all felt really thin ;) After the trek, we went down the river, saw a toucan and a sloth and went fishing for piranhas. Although Yuko didn't catch one she was a trooper for trying since you have use meat as bait. As for me you ask, I caught the first one! We had it for dinner later on that night. Tastes like fish ;) ...and it's not that meaty but there's something satisfying about eating a meal you caught. On our last day we swam with the dolphins, caymans and piranhas...apparently the dolphins keep you safe by warding away the carnivorous animals, call me a skeptic but I wasn't sure how I felt about that specially since they were all in the water that day. So, I jumped out of the boat and got Yuko to take a picture...I lived to tell the tale!<br /><br />Isla Del Sol - Our next adventure took us to Copacabana in Lake Titicaca. At over 3800 m and over 160 sq km, it is the highest navigable lake in the world. According to Incan mythology, this is the place where the world was created. The god, Viracocha, came out of the lake and created the sun, the stars and the first people. We took a boat out on its turquoise waters and took some lovely pictures of the views. The ruins were disappointing (what bloody ruins? It's just a rock seriously) but the 3 hour hike was beautiful. It was majestic feeling the hot sun bear down on you and watch the rays sparkle on the water. The next day, Ben had the great idea of taking a rowboat, having a picnic and a swim. That was one of the most relaxing and funniest experiences ever...let's just say that the water was freeeeezing!<br /><br />We've headed into Peru already...I know these updates are getting long but it's really hard not to try and share the cool adventures we've been having. I think it'll get even better!<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSy4n0g3rI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SgyZWta7FBU/s1600/DSC01891.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSy4n0g3rI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SgyZWta7FBU/s320/DSC01891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500217730757877426" border="0" /></a>Row row row your boat...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSy4UX5EJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Ij10jZImHwM/s1600/DSC01884.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSy4UX5EJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Ij10jZImHwM/s320/DSC01884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500217725537554578" border="0" /></a>Isla del Sol - Birthplace of the Sun<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSy4KHbwNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0eRc6gU4XFI/s1600/DSC01717.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSy4KHbwNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0eRc6gU4XFI/s320/DSC01717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500217722784170194" border="0" /></a>I'm a piranha fishing pro!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSy35RNX7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/4TllaOubKn0/s1600/DSC01702.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSy35RNX7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/4TllaOubKn0/s320/DSC01702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500217718261768114" border="0" /></a>Best Tour Ever! The Pampas Rocks!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSxnPZmZaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ip8_UgfLBlg/s1600/DSC01613.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSxnPZmZaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ip8_UgfLBlg/s320/DSC01613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500216332633138594" border="0" /></a>A cayman right before he lunged for the water!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSxm8zjeVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CxKOzyqAj0Q/s1600/DSC01362.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSxm8zjeVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CxKOzyqAj0Q/s320/DSC01362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500216327641725266" border="0" /></a>La Paz by night at the Mirador (viewpoint)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSxmvIJmKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HkKXI1OWOlI/s1600/DSC01119.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSxmvIJmKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HkKXI1OWOlI/s320/DSC01119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500216323970013346" border="0" /></a>The Witches' Market. Llama fetus anyone?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSxmDRgt2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/5hitvhFl41w/s1600/CIMG2908.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSxmDRgt2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/5hitvhFl41w/s320/CIMG2908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500216312198117218" border="0" /></a>My hardcore mountain biker chic look.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSxl1Pb_5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/1CffqFmG0uA/s1600/CIMG2894.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TFSxl1Pb_5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/1CffqFmG0uA/s320/CIMG2894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500216308431323026" border="0" /></a>The cliffs we biked on Death Road!<br /><br /></div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528152298906557898.post-35536549156503419932010-07-14T15:25:00.000-07:002010-07-14T15:59:56.487-07:00Bolivia = the REAL South American Adventure!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD4-qTkvs4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/PDjsylo--Bc/s1600/IMG_2990.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></a>While I don't normally skip adventures, I'm going to for this particular goodness. Don't worry, I'll get back to it...but right now, I'm going to delve into the random adventure we've just had. So our supposed 2 hour ride from Potosi to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sucre</span> took a wonderful 12 hrs. Since I did the mine tour, we missed the last bus and decided to take a "taxi" which is actually a minivan that shuffles people across the 2 cities. First there was the flat tire, but that was fixed relatively quickly. I was in the front seat with the driver and Yuko was nestled in between 2 older Bolivian gentlemen (that ended up being quite nice). So off we drive on the thankfully paved roads...and about 20 kms away from Sucre our taxi broke down. First it was kinda exciting, in a Bolivian adventure sorta way. After tinkering with the van for about 2 hours, the first theory was that it was the lack of gas, but the driver hitched a ride, got some and then they figured out it wasn't. After a few more hours, other theories emerged about the battery, the alternator and then the pump. Needless to say, we were obviously not amongst mechanics. So they gave up and ended up starting a bonfire on the side of the road. We ended up tearing down trees for firewood, enjoyed the stars and practiced our Spanish. The stark realization that we were going to have to sleep in the van in almost freezing temperature didn't really hit us until 3am (we were suppose to arrive at 10:30pm). So yup, we've finally used my emergency blanket and my super duper headlamp! We finally got into Sucre after hitching a ride with this crazy woman taxi driver at 7am who was nice enough to pick us up but drove like a manic fiend across the winding road overtaking everything in site from trucks, to kids running and barking dogs. And before you ask, we still had to pay the full amount despite getting here way later than expected...meh, at least we're safe and sound in Sucre. From the little we've seen, it's a beautiful and peaceful UNESCO city. We've stayed almost a week here - not doing a heck of a whole lot but getting warm and healthy. Again, it's been meeting about great people...we've had copious amounts of wine (the Bolivian strain is not so bad), played hours and hours of Shithead and just generally hung around talking about life and such.<br /><br />But back to the last few weeks. After La Serena we headed to <span style="font-weight: bold;">San Pedro de Atacama, Northern Chile.</span> This was our last city in Chile, which means we were going to do it well. We wonderfully bumped into our fave Scots, and we had a crew of Londoners, French/Canadians and Irish who we did some fantastic tours with. On one of our excursions we woke up at 4am to head to the Geysers. Aside from the fact that it was -9 we had a blast looking at the natural geysers, blasting jets of water and steam into the air. We had almost forgotten how cold minus anything feels. But we were rewarded with a swim at a hotspring (that felt pretty damn chilly). I tried llama meat for the first time and it was delicious! I think it might be my new fave meat - it's really really tasty in a non gamey way. It's suppose to be healthier and leaner than beef. Either way, I can't seem to get enough of it. We got back early to watch the Chile match in a bar that was filled with really proud and excitable locals. I've never been in a place where people celebrated so much even though they lost " Vamos vamos Chilenos"! We started with 10 pitchers of beer and ended up having our own little bonfire party at the hostel with pisco sours and wine. The next day, we discovered the joys of sandboarding! Of course Yuko is now a pro as well...apparently anything with a board and she's ON baby! ON! If only it didn't kill your lungs so much to climb up the sand dune, it'd be far better. We went to the Valley of the Moon afterward and as you look over the cliff, you see this majestic view of craters and dunes. It was amazing seeing the sunset as it changes colours and actually see the moon rise from behind the mountain. After, it didn't take much to convince us to go to the desert party, which pretty much consisted of drinking and standing around a gigantic bonfire. But we had great company and I'm a big fan of drinking under the stars in open air...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Salta, Argentina</span> = Felt a bit like a blip but Lynsey, Toby, Yuko and I had a fun wine/gorge tour to Cafayate. HL - Yuko scrambling up a cliff in boots...yeah, we thought it was a city tour. Oops, not so much. Her new nickname...spiderwoman. We headed up north again to the border and walked through to Villazon, Bolivia to take the train even further north.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tupiza, Bolivia</span> - This was just another short pit-stop to stock up on Alpaca goodness so that we could be warm and be prepared for our excursion. We heard that the Salt Flats were going to be extremely cold and we definitely needed some warmer clothes. Our list consisted of buying sweaters, toques, scarfs, socks, leg warmers and basically anything that we thought we would need. Check the Facebook pictures, you can see us modeling the gear and looking local. It's funny, I still think of Flashdance when I wear the leg warmers...we look local, in fact, we're actually taller than a lot of the locals! Wahoo. We feel like giants...Yuko loooooves it!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Uyuni Salt Flat Tour</span> - We took a 3 day tour = ie. we spent 3 rather grungy dirty days on an old beat up Toyota Landcruiser we named Tupac (in our defense, he was an aboriginal leader that fought against the Spanish Conquistadors...the rapper may or may not have been named after him). Day 1 - Lots of salt. Bolivia has the largest salt flats in the world. It was really impressive and we tried to take some funky pictures but to be honest, it really didn't turn out very well. Apparently, taking perspective pictures are a lot harder to take than it seems. We also played in the Train Cemetery - which is a graveyard for all the old trains that use to carry the minerals across the country. It was basically like an adult size jungle gym with lots of rust. We stayed in a Salt Hotel, saw some mummies in a cave and watched shooting stars. I've never seen so many stars in my life. With no light pollution, at over 4000 meters, you can see the Milky Way and stars all the way to the horizon. There is something wonderfully poetic about seeing millions of stars surrounding you. Day 2 and 3 consisted of seeing lagoons, lakes and some really interesting rock formations. We saw a red lagoon, a blue one, a white one, a green one. To be honest, we were kinda done with it...the cool thing was that it started to feel a bit like a South American safari. We saw flamingos, llamas, vicunas, wild rabbits and other bird species. We spent a lot of time in Tupac seeing the landscape and played a lot of random music from Scotland, Ireland and Canada - educating each other of some really cool bands. It was a nice refuge from the incessant pan flute that they seem to play everywhere here! Make them stop!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Potosi</span> - This is the highest city in the world. At a breezy 4060 meters above sea level, it was really hard to breath. Nothing like struggling to breathe after walking 50 meters and feeling your heartbeat a million times to feel alive! Apparently, drinking mate de coca or chewing coca leaves (yes it's from the coca plant but no it's not like doing coke) helps with altitude sickness and energy. I did the mine tour (Yuko opted against it since it's not great for claustrophobic people) on the local mountain that they've been using to extract primarily silver and zinc since the 1800s. It was fascinating crawling through the sometimes extremely hot and cold mine. The pictures do not do it justice, there is no way of being able to truly describe it. The conditions are really awful and the life expectancy for the miners is very young. They use their own explosives, there is asbestos everywhere and depending on where you are, there is not much air circulation. I really enjoyed learning about the culture behind it. They believe in God, Tio (God of the Underworld) and Pacha Mama (Mother Earth). And it's about respect and paying homage.<br /><br />Aside from the fact that it's been on the cold side, we're really enjoying Bolivia (ok, at least I really am). It's rougher, poorer, less westernized and it's interesting. The people are either really friendly or completely not. It's ridiculously cheap (definitely more of what I expected or had hoped the rest of South America would be). Everything here is truly an adventure...tomorrow we're off to La Paz to have some more wonderful excursions.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD4-qTkvs4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/PDjsylo--Bc/s1600/IMG_2990.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD4-qTkvs4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/PDjsylo--Bc/s320/IMG_2990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493897491968406402" border="0" /></a>Llamas and Flamingos. Our Bolivian safari.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD4-p4rzCjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jl5rEkrVgRY/s1600/IMG_2953.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD4-p4rzCjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jl5rEkrVgRY/s320/IMG_2953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493897484750228018" border="0" /></a>What...another lagoon?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD4-pcSHbLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/V93BCPNzLvY/s1600/IMG_2889.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD4-pcSHbLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/V93BCPNzLvY/s320/IMG_2889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493897477126319282" border="0" /></a>Salar de Uyuni. The largest Salt Flats in the World.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD4-pCa0fRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5BdYL-Mq-Og/s1600/IMG_2710.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD4-pCa0fRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5BdYL-Mq-Og/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493897470183505170" border="0" /></a>The Valle de la Luna, San Pedro.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD48NC8gKeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/URIK8fHI018/s1600/IMG_2900.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD48NC8gKeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/URIK8fHI018/s320/IMG_2900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493894790265186786" border="0" /></a>We tried really hard to get good pictures at the Salar. Results...questionable.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD48M3xawII/AAAAAAAAAO8/c9MKaYOaXx0/s1600/IMG_3076.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD48M3xawII/AAAAAAAAAO8/c9MKaYOaXx0/s320/IMG_3076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493894787265904770" border="0" /></a>The mine tour in Potosi.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD48MBschKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cbfxZx8pFRk/s1600/IMG_2842.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD48MBschKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cbfxZx8pFRk/s320/IMG_2842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493894772749534370" border="0" /></a>The different coloured quebradas (mountains)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD48Lhh6XdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-cO4fxIEV1M/s1600/IMG_2663.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD48Lhh6XdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-cO4fxIEV1M/s320/IMG_2663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493894764115418578" border="0" /></a>We feel as cool as we look ;)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD48LQMa4fI/AAAAAAAAAOk/fUeYFUO8DcI/s1600/IMG_2657.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehS1gydZvlo/TD48LQMa4fI/AAAAAAAAAOk/fUeYFUO8DcI/s320/IMG_2657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493894759461872114" border="0" /></a>Vamos Chile! Watching the game with the crew.<br /></div>Charinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715504063794378996noreply@blogger.com1